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Saviour  dear,  to  Thee  I  pray- 
Through  all  the  sorrow  of  this  day, 
Be  Thou  my  strong,  unfailing  stay. 

Closer  than  earthly  friend  can  be, 
"When  heart  meets  heart  in  sympathy, 
Oh,  pitying  One,  draw  near  to  me ! 

Ashes  to  ashes,  dust  to  dust " — 
To  earth's  unconscious  sod  I  must 
Commit  this  day  most  precious  trust. 

Help  me  in  faith  to  lay  it  there- 
in sure  and  certain  hope"  to  bear 
The  form  I  love  from  out  my  care. 

Watched  over  by  the  sleepless  eye 
Of  Him  who  called  the  soul  on  high, 
It  shall,  I  know,  in  safety  lie. 

Till  He  a  quickening  power  shall  bring, 
And  bid  it,  sown  in  weakness,  spring 
Into  a  glorious  blossoming. 

And  when,  this  crushing  duty  o'er, 
I  seek  my  lonely  home  once  more, 
Jesus,  draw  nearer  than  before. 

Help  me,  with  resting,  quiet  heart, 
Hiding  away  the  inward  smart, 
To  act  in  life  a  holier  part. 

To  joy,  henceforth,  in  others'  weal; 

The  grief  of  other  hearts  to  feel, 

And  strive  through  Thee,  their  wounds  to  heal. 

And  thus,  perchance,  some  blossoms  fair, 
From  out  the  grave  we  hollow  there, 
May  precious  fragrance  to  Thee  bear. 


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PHILADELPHIA: 

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DEAR    BRETHREN, 

*Y*0  U  are  ptefented  with  a  choice  and  complete 
*  Pocket  HTMN-BOOK,  containing  a  col- 
lection fitted  for  private  devotion  (when  you  would 
wijh  to  /peak  to  your/elves  in  Hymns  and  Spiritual 
Songs  J  as  well  as  for  family,  facial,  and  public 
worjhip  :  and  as  we  intend  to  keep  a  conflant  fup- 
ply,  the  general  cry  of  our  congregations,  "  that  they 
cannot  procure  Hymn-Books ,"  will  he  flopped,  and 
we  trufl  you  will  fa  much  ajfifled  by  the  prefent  pub- 
lication, in  the  performance  of  thefe  important  parts 
of  divine  fervice. 

'The  Hymn- Books  which  have  been  already  pub- 
lifted  among  us,  are  truly  excellent.  The  Selecl 
Hymns,  the  double  collection  of  Hymns  and  Pfalms, 
and  the  Redemption- Hymns,  <  if  pi  ay  great  fpiritu- 
ality,  as  well  as  purity  of  diclion.  The  large  Con- 
gregational Hymn-Booh  is  adnnraile  indeed,  but  is 
xpc?ifive  for  the  poor,    who  have  little  time 


and  lefs  money.  The  Pocket  Hymn-Booh  lately  fent 
abroad  in  thefe  States,  is  a  mqjl  valuable  perform- 
ance for  thofe  wsho  are  deeply  fpiritual,  but  is  better 
fnited  to  the  European  Miihodifts,  among  whom  all 
the  before-mentioned  boohs  have  been  thoroughly  cir- 
culated for  many  years.  But  all  the  excellencies  of 
the  former  publications  are  in  a  grer.t  meafure  con- 
centred in  the  prefent,  which  contains  the  choicejl  and 
■mofl  precious  of  the  Hymns  that  are  to  be  found  in 
the  former  editions  ;  and  at  the  fame  time  is  fo  port  a  - 
lie,  that  you  may  always  carry  it  with  you  without 
the  haft  inconvenience. 

We  are  the  more  delighted  with  this  deftgn,  as  n& 
ferjonal  advantage  is  concerned,  but  the  public  good 
alone.  For  after  the  necejfary  expenfes  cf  printing 
and  binding  are  difcharged,  wejhall  make  it  a  noble 
charity  by  applying  the  profits  ari/tng  therefrom,  to 
religious  and  charitable  purpofes. 

No  motive  of  afinijler  nature  has  therefore  influ- 
enced us  in  any  degree  to  publiflo  this  excellent  com- 
pilation. It  has  received  the  approbation  of  the 
Conferences,  and  contains .  many  valuable  Hymns 
■which  fome  of  the  former  editions  did  not.  As  the 
profits  of  the  former  editions  have  been  fcrupulonjly  ap- 
plied as  above,  f>  the  fame  appropriation  of  the  profits 
of  the  prefent  Jhall  be  confcientioujly  obferved.  We 
Tiiufl  therefore  earnefdy  er.tr eat  you,  if  you  have  any 
refpeel  for  the  authority  of  the  Conferences,  or  of  us, 
cr  any  regard  for  the  profperity  of  the  Conneclion, 
io-. pur -chafe  no  Hymn- Books,  but  what  are  figneel 
«mth  the  names  of  your  two  B'lfhops. 


e  ;»3 

We  exhort  you  tofing  with  the  Spirit,  find  with 
the  undcr/i rinding  alfo :  and  thus  may  the  high 
pra'ifes  of  G  0  D  be  Jet  up  from  Eafl  to  IVeft,  from 
North  to  South  :  and  luejloall  be  happily  injlrumental 
in  leading  the  devotion  of  thoufands,  and  fa  all  rS- 
joice  to  join  you  in  tin::  and  eternity. 

We  are. 
Dear  Brethren, 

Tour  faithful  Pqflors  in  Chri/l, 

O nomad     Uo/ie^ 


<urra?icij  x^tU^ani, 


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P    O    C     VL    E    T 

HYMN-BOOK, 

AWAKENING  and  INVITING, 

HYMN     I.     CM.     Leeds. 

1  /~\    FOR  a  thcufand  tongues  to  fing 
VJr    My  dear  Redeemer's  praife  S 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Matter  and  my  God, 

AfTift  me  to  proclaim, 
To  fpread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honours  of  thy  name. 

3  Jefus,  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  forrows  ceafe  : 
5Tis  mufic  in  the  finner's  ears  ; 
'Tis  life  and  health  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancelled  fin, 

He  fets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulefl  clean  ; 
His  blood  avail-d  for  me, 

5  Look  unto  him,  ye  nations,  own 

Your  God,  ye  fallen  race  ; 
Look,  and  be  fav'd  through  faith  alon^ 
3e  jufrify'd  by  grace  ! . 


AWAKENING 

See  nil  your  fins  on  Jefus  laid  ; 

The  Lamb  of  God  was  (lain, 
His  foul  was  once  an  ofPring  made, 

For  eveiy  foul  of  man. 
With  me,  your  Chief  ye  then  fhall  know. 

Shall  feel  your  fins  forgiv'n  ; 
Anticipate  your  heav'n  below, 

And  own  that  love  is  heaven. 

HYMN     II.     Epworth. 

COME,  ye  finners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  fick  and  fore, 
Jefus  ready  (lands  to  fave  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  pow'r; 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,   doubt  no  more. 
Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify ; 
True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 
JLv'ry  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, 

Without  money 
Come  to  Jefus  Chriit  and  buy. 
Let  not  confcience  make  you  linger  „; 

Noj-  of  fitnefs  fondly  dream  : 
All  the  fitnefs  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him.: 

This  he  gives  you, 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  glimm'ring  beam- 
Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden'd,'* 

Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all ; 

Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners  Tefus  came  to  call: 


AND    INVITING. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !   your  Maker  prollrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ! 
Hear  him  cry,  before  he  dies, 

"  It  is  nniAYd  !" 
Sinners,   will  not  this  fuffiee  ? 

6  Lo!  the  incarnate  Cod  afcending. 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely, 
Let  no  other  trull  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jefus, 
Can  do  helpjefs  iinners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels  join'd  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praiies  of  the  Lamb, 
While  the  blifsful  feats  of  heav'n. 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name, 

Hallelujah!. 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  fame. 

HYMN     III.     L.  M,     Invitation; 

i    /^iOME,  Tinners,  to  the  gofp&l-feaft  ; 
\^y    Let  every  foul  be  Jefu's  gueil ; 
Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind  ; 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

2  Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  call; 
The  invitation  is  to  all ; 

Come  all  the  world  !   come,  finner,  thou  ! 
All  things  in  Chrift  are  ready  now. 

3  Come,  alJ  ye  fouls  by  fin  opprefs'd, 
Ye  reftlefs  wanderers  after  reft  ; 

Ye  poor,  and  mairn'd,  and  halt,  and  blind3 
In  Chrift  a  hearty  welcome  find. 


8  AWAKENING 

4  My  meifage  as  from  God  receive, 
Ye  all  may  come  to  Chriil  and  live  ; 
O  let  his  love  your  hearts  conftrain, 
Nor  fuffer  him  to  die  in  vain  ! 

5  His  love  is  mighty  to  compel: 
His  conq'ring  love  confent  to  feel ; 
Yield  to  his  love's  refiftlefs  power, 
And  fight  againlt  your  God  no  more, 

6  See  him  fet  forth  before  your  eyes. 
That  precious,  bleeding  facrifice  ! 
His  offer' d  benefits  embrace, 
And  freely  now  be  fav'd  by  grace ! 

7  This  is  the  time  ;  no  more  delay  !• 
This  is  the  acceptable  day : 
Come  in,  this  moment,  at  his  call, 
And  live  for  him  who  dy'd  for  all! 

HYMN     IV.     Foundry. 

Why  will  ye  die  ?  Oh  hcufe  of  JfraelJ 
Ezek.  xviii.   31. 

J    QINNERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
O    God,  your  Maker,  afks  you  why 
God,   who  did  your  being  give, 
Mad*"  you  with  himfelf  to  live  j 
He  the  fatal  caufe  demands, 
Afks  the  work  of  his  own  hands: 
Why,  ye  thanklefs  creatures,  why, 
Will  ye  crofs  his  love,  and  die  ? 

Z  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  aiks  you  why,: 
God,  who  did  your  fouls  retrieve, 
Dy'd  himfelf,  that  you  might  Hve- 


AND    INVITING. 

Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 
Why,  ye  ranfom'd  Turners,  why, 
Will  you  flight  his  grace,  and  diet 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  afks  you  why  ? 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  ftrove^ 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love  : 
Will  you  not  the  grace  receive  ? 
Will  you  dill  refufe  to  live  ? 
Why,  ye  long-fought  finners,  why, 
Will  you  grieve  3  our  God,  and  die  ? 

4  Dead,  already  dead  within, 
Spiritually  dead  in  fin, 

Dead  to  God,  while  here  you  breathe. 

Pant  you  after  fecond  death  ? 

Will  you  flill  in  fin  remain, 

Greedy  of  eternal  pain  ? 

O,   ye  dying  finners,  why  ! 

Why  will  you  for  ever  die  ? 

HYMN     V.     L.  M.     Invitation, 

1  Q  INNERS,  obey  the  gofpel  word  I 
C3    Hafte  to  the  fupper  of  my  Lord ; 
J3e  wife  to  know  your  gracious  day ; 
All  things  are  ready,  come  away. 

2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own, 
And  kifs  his  late-returning  fon ; 
Ready  your  loving  Saviour  Hands, 
And  fpreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands* 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  of  his  love, 
Juil  now  the  (tony  to  remove; 


JO  AWAKE'NING 

T'  apply  and  witnefs  with  the  blood; 

And  warn  and  feal  the  fons  of  God. 
4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait, 

To  triumph  in  your  blell  eftate  ; 

Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  praill. 

The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 
$   The  Father,   Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 

Are  ready  with  their  ihining  hoft  : 

All  heav'n  is  ready  to  refound, 

"  The  dead's  alive  !   the  loll  is  found !" 
6  Come  then,  ye  fmners,  to  your  Lord, 

In  Chrill  to  paradife  reftor'd  : 

His  proffer'd  benefits  embrace, 

The  plenitude  of  gofpel  grace. 

H  Y  M  N     VI.     Fdter-Lmic. 

1  T>  EHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 
JO    Nail'd  to  the  fhameful  tree; 

How  vail  the  love  that  him  inclin'd 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee  ! 

2  Hark,  how  he  groans!   while  nature  .{hakes. 

And  earth's  ilrong  pillars  bend  ! 
The  temple's  veil  in  (under  breaks, 
The  folid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done  !   the  precious  ranfom's  paid, 

"  Receive  my  foul !"  he  cries  ; 
See,  where  he  bows  his  facred  head ! 
He  bows-  his  head,  and  dies  ! 

4  But  foon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain. 

And  in  full  glory  fhine  j 
O  Lamb  of  God  \   was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  thine  ! 


AND   INVITING.  II 

H  Y  M  N    VII.     Wdfh. 

OLove  divine  !  what  haft  thou  done  ? 
Th'  immortal  God  hath  dy'd  for  me  I 
The  Father's  co-eternal  Son, 

Bore  all  my  fins  upon  the  tree  : 
*Th'  immortal  God  for  me  hath  dy'd : 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucify'd. 
Behold  him,  all  ye  that  pafs  by, 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  life  and  peace  ! 
Come  fee,  ye  worms,  your  Maker  die, 

And  fay,  was  ever  grief  like  his  ! 
Come  feel,  with  me,  his  blood  apply'd  ; 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucify'd. 
Is  crucify'd  for  me  and  you, 

To  bririg  us  rebels  back  to  God  ; 
Believe,  believe  the  record  true, 

Ye  all  are  bought  with  Jefu's  blood  : 
Pardon  for  all,  flows  from  his  fide  : 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucify'd. 
Then  let  us  fit  beneath  his  crofs, 

And  gladly  catch  the  healing  ftream  ; 
All  things,  for  him,  account  but  lofs, 

And  give  up  all  our  hearts  to  him ; 
Ot  nothing  think  or  fpeak  beiide, 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucify'd. 

K  Y  M  N    VIII.     C.  M. 

THEE  we  adore,  Eternal  Name, 
And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  we  be  ! 
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12  AWAKENING 

2  Our  wafting  Jives  grow  fhorter  fill!. 

As  days  and  months  increafe  ; 
And  ev'ry  beating  pulfe  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number  lefs. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  fleals  away 

The  breath  that  firil  it  gave  ; 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 

We're  travelling  to  the  grave. 

4  Dangers  ftand  thick  through  all  the  ground, 

To  pufh  ns  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Great  God  !  on  what  a  fiender  thread 

Hang  everiafting  things  ! 
Th'  eternal  ftates  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  ftrings  1 

6  Infinite  joy  or  endlefs  wo, 

Depends  on  ev'ry  breath  j 
And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  cur  drowfy  fenfe, 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  ; 
And  if  our  fouls  are  hurry'd  hence, 
May  they  be  found  in  God  ! 
HYMN    IX.     C.  M. 

1  l^TTHEN  rifing  from  the  bed  of  death, 

V  V      O'erwhelin'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  view  my  Maker,  face  to  face, 
O  !  how  (hall  I  appear  ? 

2  If  yet  while  pardon  may  be  found*, 

And  mercy  may  be  fought  j 


AND  INVITING. 

My  foul  with  inward  horror  (brinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought ! 

3  When  thou,  O  Lord,  {halt  (land  difclos'd 

In  majefty  fevere, 
And  fit  in  judgment  on  my  foul, 
O  !  how  (hall  I  appear  ? 

4  O  may  my  broken,  contrite  heart, 

Timely  my  fins  lament, 
And  early  with  repentant  tears, 
Eternal  wo  prevent ! 

5  Behold  the  forrows  of  my  heart, 

Ere  yet  it  be  too  late ; 
And  hear  my  Saviour's  dying  groan* 
To  give  thofe  forrows  weight. 

6  For  never  mail  my  foul  defpair 

Her  pardon  to  fecure, 
Who  knows  thy  only  Son  hath  dy'd 

To  make  that  pardon  fure. 

HYMN     X.     S.  H. 
I  A    NDamI  born  to  die  i 

Ji\.   To  lay  this  body  down ? 
And  mutl  my  trembling  fpirii  ry 

Into  a  world  unknown  ? 

A  land  of  deepeft  (hade, 

Unpierc'd  by  human  thought ; 
The  dreary  regions  of  the  dead, 

Where  all  things  are  forgot. 

z       Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 
What  will  become  of  me  ? 
Eternal  happinefs  or  wo 
Muft  then  my  portion  be  ! 


14  AWAKENING 

Wak'd  by  the  trumpet's  found, 
I  from  my  grave  muft  rife, 
And  fee  the  Judge  with  glory  crown'd, 
And  fee  the  flaming  fkies  ! 

3  How  (hall  I  leave  my  tomb !. 
With  triumph  or  regret  ? 

A  fearful  or  a  joyful  doom, 

A  curfe  or  blefling  meet  ? 

Will  angel-bands  convey 

Their  brother  to  the  bar  ? 
Or  devils  drag  my  foul  away, 

To  meet  its  fentence  there  ? 

4  Who  can  refolve  the  doubt, 
That  tears  my  anxious  breaft  ? 

Shall  I  be  with  the  damn'd  caft  out, 
Or  numbered  with  the  bleft  ?" 
I  muft  from  God  be  driv'n, 
Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell  z 

Muft  come  at  his  command  to  heav'n, 
Or  elfe  depart  to  hell. 

5  O  thou,  that  wouldft  not  have 
One  wretched  fmner  die, 

Who  dy'dft  thyfelf,  my  foul  to  favfe 

From  endlefs  mifery ! 

Show  me  the  way  to  fhun 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  fevere, 
That  when  thou  comeft  on  thy  throne, 

I  may  with  joy  appear. 

6  Thou  art  thyfelf  the  way, 
Thyfelf  in  me  reveal ; 

So  mall  I  fpend  my  life's  fhort  day, 
Obedient  to  thy  will ; 


AND  INVITING. 

So  fliall  I  love  my  God, 
Becaufe  he  firit  lov'd  me, 
And  praife  thee  in  thy  bright  abode, 
To  all  eternity. 

HYMN     XI.     Snowftld>s. 

AN  D  am  I  only  born  to  die  ? 
And  mult  I  fuddenly  comply 
With  nature's  item  decree  ? 
What  after  death  for  me  remains  ? 
Celeftial  joys,  or  heiliih  pains, 
To  all  eternity. 

How  then  ought  I  on  earth  to  live, 
While  God  prolongs  the  kind  reprieve. 

And  props  the  houfe  of  clay  ; 
My  fole  concern,  my  fingle  care, 
To  watch  and  tremble  and  prepare 

Againft  that  fatal  day  ■ 

No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here, 
For  worldly  hope,  or  worldly  fear, 

If  life  fo  foon  is  gone  ; 
If  now  the  Judge  is  at  the  doory 
And  aJ-  mankind  mud  Hand  before 

Th'  inexorable  throne ! 

No  matter  which  my  thoughts  employ, 
A  moment's  mifery  or  joy : 

But  oh  !  when  Doth  fhall  end, 
Where  fhall  I  find  my  defnn'd  place  b 
Shall  I  my  everlafticg  days 

With  fiends  or  angels  i»?end  ? 

B2 


l6  AWAKENING 

5  Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath, 
But  how  I  may  efcape  the  death, 

That  never,  never  dies  ! 
How  make  mine  own  election  fure, 
And,  when  I  fail  on  earth,  fecure 

A  manfion  in  the  fides. 

6  Jefus  vouchfafe  a  pitying  ray, 

Be  thou  my  guide,  be  thou  my  way, 

To  glorious  happinefs  ! 
Ah  !   write  the  pardon  on  my  heart, 
And  whcnfoe'er  I  hence  depart, 

Let  me  depart  in  peace. 

HYMN    XII.     S.  M. 
i        Hp  HOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 
JL      Before  whofe  bar  fevere, 
With  holy  joy,  or  guilty  dread, 
We  all  (hall  foon  appear  ; 
Our  caution'd  fouls  prepare, 
For  that  tremendous  day, 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 
And  ftir  us  up  to  pray  : 

2  To  pray  and  wait  the  hour, 
That  awful  hour  unknown, 

When,  rob'd  in  majefty  and  pow'r, 

Thou  (halt  from  heaven  come  down  : 

Th'  immortal  Son  of  Man, 

To  judge  the  human  race, 
With  all  thy  Father's  dazzling  train, 

With  all  thy  glorious  grace. 

3  To  damp  our  earthly  joys, 

T'  increafe  our  gracious  fears, 


AND   INVITING.  I*; 

For  ever  let  th*  archangel's  voice 

Be  founding  in  our  ears, 

The  folemn  midnight  cry, 

"  Ye  dead,  the  Judge  is  come, 
"  Arife,  and  meet  him  in  the  fky, 

"  And  meet  your  inftant  doom  !" 

4       O  may  we  thus  be  found 

Obedient  to  his  word, 
Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  found, 

And  looking  *for -our  Lord  ! 

©  may  we  thus  enfure 

A  lot  among  the  bleft, 
And  watch  a  moment  to  fecure 

An  everlafting  red  ! 

HYMN    XIII.     L.  M. 

i    TTE  comes  !   he  comes  !   the  Judge  fevere  ! 
J7JL    The  feventh  trumpet  fpcaks  him  near  : 
His  lightnings  flam,  his  thunders  roll ; 
How  welcome  to  the  faithful  foul ! 

2  From  heav'n  angelic  voices  found, 
See  the  almighty  Jefus  crownM  ! 
Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace, 
And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face. 

3  Defcending  on  his  azure  throne, 

He  claims  the  kingdoms  for  his  own  : 
The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
And  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord. 

4  Shout  all  the  people  of  the  (fey, 
And  all  the  faints  of  the  Mod  High  ; 
Our  Lord,  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
For  ever  and  for  ever  reigns. 


l3  AWAKENING 

HYMN    XIV.    Epwonh. 

1  T     O !   he  corr.es  with  clouds  defcendtng,, 
f.  a    Once  for  favour'd  finners  flain  ! 

Thoufand  thoufand  faints  attending^ 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train, 

Hallelujah ! 
God  appears  with  man  to  reign. 

2  Ev'ry  eye  mall  now  behold  him, 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majefty ; 
Thofe  who  fet  at  nought  and  fold  him9 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Meffiah  fee. 

3  The  dear  tokens  of  his  paffion, 

Still  his  dazzling  body  bears  ;' 
Caufe  of  endlefs  exultation 
To  his  ranfom'd  worfhippers ; 

With  what  rapture, 
Gaze  we  on  thofe  glorious  fears ! 

4  Yea,  Amen  !  Jet  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne  ! 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own  ! 

Jah  !   Jehovah  ! 
Everlafling  God,  come  down. 

HYMN     XV.      Trumpet-tune,- 

I        T^  LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
_13   The  gladly  folema  found, 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remote!!:  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom/d  finners,  home. 


AND   INVITING-  T9 

Jcfus  our  great  High  prieft, 

Hath  full  atonement  made  ; 
Ye  weary  fpirits  reft, 

Ye  mournful  fouls  be  glad  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home. 

Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  all-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  in  his  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home. 

Ye  flaves  of  fin  and  hell. 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  fafe  in  Jefus  dwell, 
And  bleit  in  Jefus  live  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  horn.'?. 

Ye,  who  have  fold  for  nought 
Your  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back,  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jefu's  love  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  horn.?. 

The  gofpel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace, 
And  fav'd  from  earth,  appear 
Before  your  Saviour's  face  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home. 


20  AWAKENING 

HYMN    XVI.    C.  M. 

1  ryi  E  R I?.  I B  L  E  thought !   (hall  I  alone, 

X      Who  may  be  fav'd,   fhall  I, 
Of  all,  alas  !   whom  I  have  known, 
Through  fin  for  ever  die  ? 

2  While  all  my  old  companions  dear, 

With  whom  I  once  did  live, 
Joyful  at  God's  right  hand  appear, 
A  bleffing  to  receive  ; 

3  Shall  1  amidil  a  ghaftly  band, 

Dragg'd  to  the  judgment-feat, 
Far  on  the  left  with  horror  Hand, 
My  fearful  doom  to  meet  ? 

4  While  they  enjoy  their  Saviour's  love, 

Muft  I  in  torments  dwell  ? 
And  howl  (while  they  fing  hymns  above) 
And  blow  the  flames  of  hell? 

5  Ah  !   no  :   I  ft  ill  may  turn  and  livt, 

For  (till  his  wrath  delays  : 
He  new  vouehfafes  a  kind  reprieve, 
And  offers  me  his  grace. 

6  I  will  accept  his  offers  now, 

From  every  fin  depart, 
Perform  my  oft-repeated  vow, 
And  render  him  my  heart. 

7  I  will  improve  what  1  receive, 

The  grace  through  Jefus  given  ; 
Sure  if  with  God  on  earth  I  live, 
To  *ve  with  God  in  heaven. 


AND   INVITING.  21 

H  Y   M    N      XVII.      food's. 

1  rT"»  HOU  God  of  glorious  majefty, 

J.      To  thee,  again  ft  mylelf,  to  thee, 

A  worm  of  earth,   I  cry  : 
A  half-avvaken'd  child  of  man, 
An  heir  of  endlefs  blifs  or  pain, 

A  finner  born  to  die ! 

2  Lo  !   on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  feas  I  Hand 

Secure,  infenfible ; 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  fpace, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 

Or  fliuts  me  up  in  hell. 

3  O  God,  mine  inmofl  foul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  imprefs  ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  folemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteoufnefs. 

4  Before  mc  place  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  malt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  {hall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

5  Be  this  my  one  great  bus'nefs  here, 
With  ferious  indutlry  and  fear, 

Eternal  blifs  t'  enfure  ; 
Thine  utmoft  counfel  to  fulfil, 
And  fuffer  all  thy  righteous  fcviJIj 

And  to  the  end  endure,, 


22  PENITENTIAL. 

6  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  foul  receive 
Tranfported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above  ; 
Where  faith  is  fweetly  loft  in  fight, 
And  hope  in  full,  fupreme  delight, 

And  everlafting  love. 

<-<^^^>&»--> 

PENITENTIAL. 

HYMN     XVIII.     Mourner's. 

i     I^ATHER  of  Lights,  from  whom  proceeds, 
_Jj     Whate'er  thy  ev'ry  creature  needs  j 
Whofe  goodnefs,  providently  nigh, 
Feeds  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry  : 
To  thee  I  look,  my  heart  prepare, 
Suggeft  and  hearken  to  my  pray'r. 

2  Since  by  thy  light  myfelf  I  fee 
Naked,  and  poor,  and  void  of  thee  ; 
Thine  eyes  mult  all  my  thoughts  furvey, 
Preventing  what  my  lips  would  fay  : 
Thou  feelt  my  wants,  for  help  they  call, 
And  ere  I  fpeak  thou  know'ft  them  all. 

3  Thou  knoweft  the  bafenefs  of  my  mind, 
Wayward,  and  impotent,  and  blind  : 
Thou  know'ft  how  unfubdu'd  my  will, 
Averfe  to  good,  and  prone  to  ill  ; 
Thou  know'ft  how  wide  my  paflions  rove, 
Nor  check'd  by  fear,  nor  charm'd  by  love, 

4.  Fain  would  I  know  as  known  by  thee, 
And  feel  the  indigence  I  fee  ; 
Fain  would  I  all  my  vilenefs  own, 
And  deep  beneath  the  burden  groan: 


PENITENTIAL.  23 

Abhor  the  pride  that  lurks  within, 
Deteft  and  loath  myfelf  and  fin. 
Ah  !   give  me,  Lord,  myfelf  to  hd, 
My  total  mifery  reveal ; 
Ah  !   give  me,  Lord  (I  ft  ill  would  fay) 
A  heart  to  mourn,  a  heart  to  pray : 
My  bufinefs  this,  my  only  care, 
My  life,   my  ev'ry  breath  be  pray'r. 
H  Y  M  M     XIX.     S.  M. 

OTHAT  I  could  repent! 
O  that  I  could  believe ! 
Thou,   by  thy  voice,  the  marble  rent., 

The  rock  in  funder  cleave  ! 

Thou  by  the  two-edg'd  fword, 

My  foul  and  fpirit  part, 
Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word,, 

And  break  my  ftubborn  heart. 

Saviour,  and  Prince  of  Peace, 

The  double  grace  beftow, 
Unloofe  the  bands  of  wickednefs,. 

And  let  the  captive  go  : 

Grant  me  my  fins  to  feel, 

And  then  the  load  remove  ; 
Wound,  aad  pour  in,  r\ry  wounds  to  heal,. 

The  balm  of  pard'ning  love. 

For  thine  own  mercy's  fake, 

The  curfcd  thing  remove, 
And  into  thy  protection  take 

The  prifoner  of  thy  love  ; 

In  ev'ry  trying  hour, 

Stand  by  my  feeble  foul, 
And  fcreen  me  from  my  nature's  pow'r, 

Till  thou  haft  made  me  whole.) 
C 


24  PENITENTIAL, 

4        This  is  thy  will,   I  know, 
That  I  fliould  holy  be, 
Should  let  my  fins  this  moment  go, 
This  moment  turn  to  thee  : 
O  might  I  now  embrace 
Thy  all-fufficient  pow'r, 
And  never  more  to  fin  give  place, 
And  never  grieve  thee  more. 
HYMN     XX.      Calvary. 

1  1"  ESU,  let  thy  pitying  eye, 

3    Call  back  a  wand'ring  (heep  ; 
Falfe  to  thee,  like  Peter,   I 

Would  fain  like  Peter  weep  : 
Let  me  be  by  grace  reftov'd, 

On  me  be  all  long-fufferirig  ihowii 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  it  one 

2  Saviour,   Prince,  enthron'd  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart  : 
Give  what  I  have  long  implor  d, 

A  portion  of  thy  grief  unknown  : 
Turn,  and  look  j,ipon  me,   Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  ilone. 

3  For  thine  own  companion's  lake, 

The  gracious  wonder  mow  ! 
Cad  my  fins  behind  thy  bad:, 

And  wafh  me  white  as  fnow  : 
If  thy  bowels  now  are  ftirr'd, 

If  I  now  myfelf  bemoan, 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,   Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  ft<3ne»' 


rEN'ITLNTI/.I..  2!J 

4  See  me,  Saviour,  from  above, 

■  to  die  ! 
Lif  \ppineh,  and  love, 

Drop  from  thy  gracious  eye  ; 

Speak  the  reconciling  v.\  .  :, 

And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  dewa  j 

Turn,  and  look  upon  me,   Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  itone. 

5  Look,  as  when  thine  eye  purfu'd 

The  firft  apoftat'e  tear?, 
Saw  him  welt'ring  in  bis  blood, 

And  bade  him  rife  again  : 
Speak  my  paradife  reitor'd, 

Redeem  me  by  thy  grace  aloj)e  ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  ilene. 

6  Look,  as  when  thy  languid  eye 

Was  clos'd  that  we  rnigM  live  ; 
"  Father"  (at  the  point  to  die, 

My  Saviour  gafp'd)  "forgive  1" 
Surely  with  that  dying  word, 

He  turns  and  looks,  and  cries,  "  tis  done  '.'"' 

0  my  bleeding,  loving  Lord, 
Thou  break'fl  my  heart  of  (lone, 

H  Y  m'n     XXI. 
1    X     ET  the  world  their  beauties  bcaft, 
JL_i    Their  works  oi*  ri-ht'oufiicio  : 
I,  a  wretch,   undone  and  loft, 
Am  freely  fav'd  by  rracc  ; 
Other  title  I  difekim,  " 

This,  only  this,  is  all  my  pica, 

1  the  chief  of  finners  am, 

But  Jcfus  dy'd  for  me. 


l6  PENITENTIAL. 

2  Happy  they,  whofe  joys  abound 

Like  Jordan's  fwelling  ftream, 
Who  their  heav'n  in  Chuift  have  foundj 

And  give  the  praife  to  him : 
Let  them  triumph  in  his  name, 

Enjoy  their  full  felicity  ; 
I  the  chief  of  linners  am, 

But  Jefus  dy'd  for  me  ! 

3  Bled  are  they,  entirely  bleft, 

Who  can  in  him  rejoice, 
Lean  on  his  beloved  breafl, 

And  hear  the  bridegroom's  voice  j 
Meaneft  follower  of  the  Lamb, 

His  fteps  I  at  a  diflance  fee  ; 
I  the  chief  df  Tinners  am, 

But  Jefus  dy'd  for  me  ! 

4  Jefus,  thou  for  me  haft  dy'd, 

And  thou  in  me  {halt  live  ; 
I  mall  feel  thy  death  apply'd, 

I  mall  thy  life  receive  ; 
To  bring  fire  on  earth  thou  came, 

O  that  it  now  may  kindled  be  ! 
I  the  chief  of  finners  am, 

But  Jefus  dy'd  for  me  I 

HYMN     XXIf.     C.  M. 

1  "T  7E  7"  ITH  glorious  clouds  encompaft  round, 

V  V      Whom  angels  dimly  fee, 
Will  the  Urifearchable  be  found, 
Or  God  appear  to  me  ? 

2  Will  he  forfake  his  throne  above, 

Himfelf  to  worms  impart  ? 
Anfwer,  thou  Man  of  Grief  and  Love, 
And  fpeak  it  to  my  heart. 


rrN'ITENTIAL.  27 

3  In  matiffefted  love  explain 

Thy  wonderful  dengn: 
What  meant  the  ftrff'ring  Son  of  man  ? 

The  dreaming  blood  divine? 

4  Didft  thou  riot  in  our  ficfh  appear, 

And  live  and  die  below, 
That  I  may  now  perceive  thee  near, 
And  my  Redeemer  know  ? 

5  Come  then,  and  to  my  foul  reveal 

The  heights  and  depths  of  grace, 
The  wounds  which  all  my  forrows  heal, 
That  dear  disfigur'd  face. 

6  Before  my  eyes  of  faith  confefsM, 

Srand  forth  a  (laughter' d  Lamb  ; 
And  wrap  me  in  thy  crimfen  veft, 
And  tell  me  all  thy  name. 

7  Jehovah  in  thy  perfon  (how, 

Jehovah  crucify'd  ! 
And  then  the  pard'ning  God  I  know, 
And  feel  the  blood  apply'd. 

8  I  view  the  Lamb  in  his  own  light, 

Whom  angels  dimly  fee  ; 
And  gaze,  tranfported  at  the  fight, 
To  all  eternity. 

H  Y   M  N      XXIII.      Mourner's, 
ESU,  ifftiil  the  fame  thou  art, 
If  all  thy  promifes  are  jure, 
Set  up  thy  kingdom  in  my  heart, 

And  make  me  rich,  for  I  am  poor: 
To  me  be  all  thy  treafures  giv'n, 
rihe  kingdom  of  an  inward  heav'n. 
C: 


l8  AWAKENING 

HYMN    XIV.    Epworth. 

1  T     O!   he  comes  with  clouds  defcending,, 
i  a    Once  for  favour'd  fmners  flain  ! 

Thoufand  thoufand  faints  attending^ 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train, 

Hallelujah ! 
God  appears  with  man  to  reign. 

2  Ev'ry  eye  mall  now  behold  him, 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majefty  ; 
Thofe  who  fet  at  nought  and  fold  him? 
Pierc'd  and  naiPd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Mefliah  fee. 

3  The  dear  tokens  of  his  paffion, 

Still  his  dazzling  body  bears  ;' 
Caufe  of  endlefs  exultation 
To  his  ranfomM  worfhippers ; 

With  what  rapture, 
Gaze  we  on  thofe  glorious  fears ! 

4  Yea,  Amen  !   let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne  ! 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own  \ 

Jah!   Jehovah! 
Everiafting  God,  come  down. 

HYMN     XV.      Trumpet-tune, 

LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  folemn  found, 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  femoteft  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
/Return,  ye  ranfomM  fmners,  home. 


AND  INVITING-  T9 

Jefus  our  great  High  prieft, 

Hath  full  atonement  made  ; 
Ye  weary  fpirits  reft, 

Ye  mournful  fouls  be  glad  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home. 

Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  all-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  in  his  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home. 

Ye  flaves  of  fin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  fafe  in  Jefus  dwell, 
And  bleit  in  Jefus  live  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  horn.-:. 

Ye,  who  have  fold  for  nought 
Your  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jefu's  love  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  fin-ners,  hom.?. 

The  gofpel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace, 
And  fav'd  from  earth,  appear 
Before  your  Saviour's  face  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  honre, 


30  PENITENTIAL. 

The  love  of  God  I  cannot  fee, 
The  finfulnefs  of  fin. 

9  But  thou,  they  fay  art  pafling  by, 
O  let  me  find  thee  near  ; 
Jefus,  in  mercy,  hear  my  cry, 
Thou  Son  of  David,  hear. 

to  Long  have  I  waited  in  the  way 
For  thee,  the  heav'nly  light  ; 
Command  me  to  be  brought,  and  fay, 
Sinner,  receive  thy  fight. 

HYMN     XXV.      FcvnckrS. 
E  S  U,  lover  of  my  foul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bofom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempeft  Hill  is  high ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  ftorm  of  life  is  paft  : 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 
O  receive  my  foul  at  laft  ! 

Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helplefs  foul  on  thee<$ 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  fupport  and  comfort  me*l 
All  my  trutt  on  thee  is  llay'd, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring, 
Cover  my  defencelefs  head 

With  the  (hadow  of  thy  wing. 

Thou,  O  Chrift,  art  all  I  want, 
More  than  all  in  thee  I  find  ; 

Knife  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Ebal  the  fick.  atid  lead  the  b!i;:d  : 


PENITENTIAL.  3,1 

Jufl  and  holy  is  thy  name  ; 

I  am  ail  unrighteoufnefs  ; 
Falfe  and  full  of  fin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace, 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  fin  ; 
Let  the  healing  ftreams  abound ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rife  to  all  eternity. 

HYMN     XXVI.      Chapel. 

1  /^V   LOVE  divine,  how  fweet  thou  art ! 
\J    When  (hall  I  find  my  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  by  thee  ? 
I  third,   I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatnefs  of  redeeming  love, 

The  love  of  Chrift  to  me  ! 

2  Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell : 
Its  riches  are  unfearchable  : 

The  firft  born  fons  of  light 
Defire  in  vain  its  depths  to  fee  ; 
They  cannot  reach  the  myftery, 

The  length,  the  breadth,  and  height. 

3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God  : 
O  that  it  now  were  mcd  abroad 

In  this  poor  flony  heart! 
For  love  I  figh,  for  love   I  pine ; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine  ! 

Be  mine  this  better  part  ! 


32  PENITENTIAL. 

4  O  that  I  could  for  ever  fit 
With  Mary  at  the  Rafter's  feet ! 

Be  this  ray  happy  choice  : 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  blifs, 
My  joy,  my  heav'n  on  earth  be  this* 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice  ! 

5  O  that  I  could,  with  favour'd  John,. 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  bread  ! 
From  care  and  fin,  and  forrow  free, 
Give  me,  O  Lord,  to  find  in  thee 

My  cverLfting  reil ! 

H  Y  M  N    XXVII.     S.  M. 

H  !   whither  (hall  I  go, 
Burden'd,  and  fick  and  faint  ? 
To  whom  fliould  I  my  trouble  (how, 
And  pour  out  my  complaint  ? 
My  Saviour  bids  me  come, 
Ah  !  why  do  T  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  finner  home, 
And  yet  from  him  I  flay. 

What  is  it  keeps  me  back, 
From  which  I  cannot  part  ? 
Which  will  not  let  my  Saviour  take 
PofTeflion  of  my  heart  ? 
Some  cnrfed  thing  unknown 
Mull  furely  lurk  within  ; 
Some  idol,  which  I  will  not  own,   * 
Some  fecret,  bofom  fin. 

Jefu,  the  hindrance  mow, 
Which  I  have  fear'd  to  fee^ 


A 


PENITENTIAL.  33 

Yet  let  me  now  confent  to  know 
What  keeps  me  out  of  thee. 
Searcher  of  heaits,  in  mine, 
Thy  trying  pow'r  difplay  ; 
Into  its  darkeft  corners  Prune, 
And  take  the  veil  away. 
I  now  believe,  in  thee 
Compafllon  reigns  alone : 
According  to  my  faith,  to  me, 
O  let  it,  Lord,  be  done  ! 
In  me  is  all  the  bar, 

Which  thou  would  ft;  fain  remove  ; 
Remove  it,  and  I  mall  declare, 
That  God  is  only  love. 

H  Y  M  N     XXVIII.     ii2tb  Pfalm. 
iATHER  of  Jefus  Chrift  the  iuR, 
My  Friend  and  advocate  with  thee. 
Pity  a  foul  that  fain  would  truft 

In  him,  who  liv'd  and  dy'd  for  me; 
Eut  only  thou  can'*  ft:  make  him  known, 
And  in  my  heart  reveal  thy  Son. 
If,  drawn  by  thine  alluring  grace, 

My  want  of  living  faith  I  feel, 
Show  me  in  Ghrrft  thy  fouling  face, 

What  flelh  and  blood  can  ne'er  reveal ; 
Thy  co- eternal  Son  difplay, 
And  call  my  darknefs  into  day. 
The  gift  unfpeakable  impart : 

Command  the  light  of  faith  to  fhir.e ; 
To  (hifte  in  my  dark  drooping  heart, 

Aod  fill  me  with  the  life  divine  5 
Now  bid  the  new  creation  be  ! 
0  God.  let  there  be  faith  in  me. 


34  PENITENTIAL. 

H  Y  M  N    XXIX.     PaJfiQ 


o 


JESUS  my  hope, 
For  me  orferM  up, 
Who  with  clamour  purfu'd  thee  to  Calvary's  top; 
The  blood  thou  haft  flied, 
For  me  let  it  plead, 
And  declare  thou  hall  dy'd  in  thy  murderer's flead. 

2  Now,  now  let  me  know 
Its  virtue  below  ; 

Let  it  wafh  me,  and  1  fhall  be  whiter  than  fnow  : 

Let  it  hallow  my  heart, 

And  throughly  convert, 
And  make  me,  O  Lord,  in  the  world  as  thou  art. 

3  Each  moment  apply'd,. 
My  weaknefs  to  hide, 

Thy  blood  be  upon  me,  and  always  abide : 

My  advocate  prove 

With  the  Father  above, 
And  fpeak  me  at  laft  to  the  throne  of  thy  love. 

H  Y  M  N     XXX.     Shepherd  of  Ifrael 

I  ijr>i  O  M  E,  holy  celeftial  Dove, 
V_y  To  viiit  a  forrowful  breaft, 
My  burden  of  guilt  to  remove, 

And  bring  me  afiurance  and  reft.* 
Thou,  only,  hail  pow'r  to  relieve 

A  firmer  o'erwhelm'd  with  his  load  :; 
Th£  fenfe  of  acceptance  to  give, 

And  fprinkle  his  heart  with  thy  blood- 


PENITENTIAL. 

With  me  if  of  old  tlwu  haft  drove, 

And  ftrangely  withheld  from  my  fin, 
And  try'd,  by  the  lure  of  thy  love, 

My  worthlefs  affections  to  win  ; 
The  work  of  thy  mercy  revive  : 

Thy  uttermoit  mercy  exert  ; 
And  kindly  continue  to  ilrive, 

And  hold  till  I  yield  thee  my  h: 
Thy  call,  if  I  ever  have  known, 

And  figrrd  from  myfelf  to  get  free, 
And  groan'd  the  unfpeahable  groan. 

And  long'd  to  be  happy  in  thee  ; 
Fulfil  the  imperfect  defme, 

Thy  peace  to  my  confeience  reveal, 
The  fenfe  of  thy  favour  infpire, 

And  give  me  my  pardon  to  feel. 
If  when  1  had  put  thee  to  grief, 

And  madly  to  folly  return'd, 
Thy  pity  hath  been  my  relief, 

And  lifted  me  up  as  I  mourn'd  ! 
Moft  pitiful  Spirit  of  grace, 

Relieve  me  again  and  reftore  : 
My  fpirit  in  holinefs  raife, 

To  fall  and  to  fufFer  no  more. 
If  now  I  lament  after  God, 

And  gafp  for  a  drop  of  thy  love  ; 
If  Jefus  hath  bought  thee  with  blood, 

For  me  to  receive  from  above  ; 
Come,  heavenly  Comforter,  come, 

True  witnefs  of  mercy  diving, 
And  make  me  thy  permanent  homgf 

And  feal  me  eternally  v 

D 


33 


3#  PENITENTIAL. 

HYMN    XXXI.     L.  M. 

i    QT  AY,  thou  In  ful  ted  Spirit,  flay, 

0  Tho*  I  have  done  thee  fuch  defpite  f 
Nor  cafl  the  finner  quite, away, 

Nor  take  thine  everlafting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  moft  unfaithful  been, 

Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  receiv'd, 
Ten  thoufand  times  thy  goodnefs  feen, 
Ten  thoufand  times  thy  goodnefs  griev'd ; 

3  Yet,  O  !   the  chief  of  finners  fpare, 

In  honour  of  my  great  Bigh-Prieft, 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  fwear 

T'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  reft. 

4  If  yet  thou  can  ft  my  fins  forgive, 

From  now,  O  Lord,  relieve  my  woes  ; 
Into  thy  reft  of  love  receive, 

And  blefs  me  with  the  calm  repofe. 

5  From  now  my  weary  foul  releafe, 

Up-raife  me  with  thy  gracious  hand, 
And  guide  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 

HYMN     XXXII.     Carfs. 

l*  "TTTTEARY  of  wand'ring  from  my  Goc 
VV      And  now  made  willing  to  return, 

1  hear  and  bow  me  to  the  rod  : 

For  thee,  not  without  hope,  I  mourn  ; 
I  have  an  Advocate  above, 
A  friend  before  the  throne  of  love, 


PENITENTIAL.  37 

2  O  Jcfus,  full  of  truth  and  grace  ! 

More  full  of  grace  than  1  of  fin, 
Yet  once  again  1  feek  thy  face, 

Open  thine  arms,  and  take  me  in ; 
And  freely  my  backflidings  heal. 
And  love  the  faithlefs  finner  ftill. 

3  Thou  know'ft  the  way  to  bring  me  back, 

My  fallen  fpirit  to  reftore ; 
O  for  thy  truth  and  mercy's  fake, 

Forgive,  and  bid  me  fin  no  morei 
The  ruins  of  my  foul  repair, 
And  make  my  heart  a  houfe  of  pray'r. 

4.  Ah  !    give  me,  Lord,  the  tender  heart, 
That  trembles  at  th*  approach  of  fin  I 
A  godly  fear  of  fin  impart ; 

Implant  and  root  it  deep  within  I 
That  I  may  dread  thy  gracious  powrrr 
And  never  dare  t'  offend  thee  more. 

H  Y  M  N     XXXIII.     Hamilton. 

*.  rpo  the  haven  of  thy  breaft, 

1       O  Son  of  man,  I  fly, 
Be  my  refuge  and  my  reft, 

For  O  the  ftorm  is  high  ! 
Save  me  from  the  furious  blaft, 

A  covert  from  the  temped  be ; 
Hide  me,  Jcfus,  till  o'erpaft 

The  florm  of  fin  I  fee. 

£   Welcome  as  the  water-fpring 
To  a  dry  barren  place  ; 
O  defcend  on  me  and  bring 
The  fweet  reforming  grace  ; 


33  PENITENTIAL. 

.  ■  ■  ■< 

O'er  a  parch'd  and  weary  land 

As  a  great  rack  extends  its  made, 
Hide  me,   Saviour,  with  thine  hand, 

And  fcreen  my  naked  head. 

3  In  the  time  of  my  diftrefs 

Thou  haft  my  fuccour  been  ; 
In  my  utter  hclpleisnefs 

Reftraining  me  from  fin  : 
O  how  fwiftly  did  it  thou  move 

To  fave  me  in  the  trying  hour  4 
Still  protect  me  with  thy  love, 

And  fhield  me  with  thy  pow'r, 

4  Firft  and  laft,  in  me  perform 

The  work  thou  hail  begun  ; 
Be  my  fhelter  from  the  ftorrn," 

My  madow  from  the  fun  : 
L,et  me  hang  upon  my  God, 

Till  I  thy  perfect  glory  fee, 
Till  the  fprinkling  of  thy  blood 

Shall  fpeak  me  up  to  thee. 

H  Y  M  M    XXXIV.     L.  M. 

1  f~\  THOU  that  hear' ft,  when  finners  cry, 
\^P    Tho'  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie-, 
Behold  me  not  with  angry  look, 

But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin  : 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot-live  without  thy  light, 

Call  out  and  JDanifh'd  from  thy  fight |a 


PENITENTIAL.  39 

Thy  faving  ftrength,  O  Lord,  reftore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Tho*  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,   Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  Hill  afford  : 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  duft, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  juft  ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  fave  the  foul  condemn'd  ..o  die. 

6  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  (hall  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  fhali  praife  a  pard'ning  God. 

7  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue, 
Salvation  fhall  be  all  my  fong; 
And  all  my  pow'rs  mail  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord,  my  Itrength  and  righteoufnefs. 

HYMN    XXXV.     C.  M. 

1  f^\  THAT  I  could  my  Lord  receive, 
\^_J    Who  did  the  world  redeem  ; 
Who  gave  his  life,  that  I  might  live 

A  life  conceal'd  in  him. 

2  O  that  I  could  the  bleffing  prove, 

My  heart's  extreme  d-^fire ; 
Live  happy  in  my  Saviour's  love, 
And  in  his  arms  expire. 

3  Mercy  I  afk  to  £eal  my  peace, 

That,  kept  by  merev's  power, 
D   2 


43  FENITENTIAL. 

I  may  from  ev'ry  evil  ceafe, 
And  never  grieve  thee  more  ! 

4  Now,  if  thy  gracious  will  it  be, 

Ev'n  now  my  fins  remove, 
And  fet  my  foul  at  liberty, 
By  thy  victorious  love. 

5  In  anfwer  to  ten  thoafand  pray'rs, 

Thou  pard'ning  God,  defcend  ; 
Number  me  with  falvation's  heirs, 
My  fins  and  troubles  end. 

6  Nothing  I  afk,  or  want  befide, 

Of  all  in  earth  or  heaven  ; 
But  let  me  feel  thy  blood  apply'd, 
And  live  and  die  forgiv'n. 

HYMN     XXXVf.      Foundry, 
i    T^  RQ OPING  foul,  make  off  thy  fears,; 
JL_^    Fearful  foul,  be  ftrong,  be  bold  ; 
Tarry  till  the  Lord  appears, 

Never,  never  quit  thy  hold  : 
Murmur  net  at  his  delay, 

Dare  not  fet  thy  God  a  time, 
Calmly  for  his  coming  ftay, 
Leave  it,  leave  it  all  to  him. 

2   Fainting  foul,  be  bold,  be  (trong, 

Wait  the  kifure  of  thy  Lord  j 
Though  it  feem  to  tarry  long, 

True  and  faithful  is  his  word  ! 
0  i  his  word  my  foul  I  cad, 

I  He  cannot  himfelf  deny  ) 
S    rely  it  fhall  fpeak  at  laft  ;       • 

|t  fhall  fpeak,  and  fhall  not  IJe, 


PENITENTIAL.  41 

3  Ev'ry  one  that  feeks  fhall  find  : 

Ev'ry  one  that  afks  (hall  have  : 
Chrift,  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 

Willing,  able  all  to  fave  : 
I  mall  his  falvation  fee, 

I,  in  faith,  on  Jefus  call, 
I  from  fin  fliall  be  fet  free, 

Perfectly  fet  free  from  all. 

4  Lord,  my  time  is  in  thine  hand, 

Weak  and  helplefs  as  I  am, 
Surely  thou  canlt  make  me  ftand  j 

I  believe  in  Jefu's  name  : 
Saviour,  in  temptation,  thou, 

Thou  halt  fav'd  me  heretofore, 
Thou  from  fin  doft  fave  me  now  ; 

Thou  malt  fave  me  evermore. 

HYMN    XXXVII.     C.  M. 

1  "^^"7*  HY  mould  the  children  of  a  king 

V  V      Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter  defcend,  and  bring 
The  tokens  of  thy  grace  ! 

2  Doll  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  faints, 

And  feal  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ! 
When  wilt  thou  banifh  my  complaints, 
And  fhevv  my  fins  forgiv'n  ? 

5  Affure  my  conference  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ;. 
And  bear  thy  witnefs  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 


42  PENITENTIAL, 

4  Thou  art  the  earneft  of  his  love, 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
May  thy  bleft  wings,  celeftial  dove, 
Safely  convey  me  home. 

HYMN    XXXVIII.    G.  M. 

1  l\/jTY  drowfy  pow'rs,  why  fleep  ye  fo  ? 
jLtJL      Awake,  my  fluggifh  foul ! 
Nothing  hath  half  thy  work  to  do ', 

Yet  nothing's  half  fo  dull. 

2  Go  to  the  ants  :  for  one  poor  grain 

See  how  they  toil  and  ihive  ; 
Yet  we,«who  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  ftands, 

And  ftars  their  courfes  move  ; 
We  for  whofe  guards  the  angel-bands 
Come  flying  from  above ; 

4  We  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  labour' d  for  our  good, 
How  carelefs  to  fecure  that  crown 
He  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ! 

5  Lord,  fhall  we  live  fo  fluggifh  flill, 

And  never  aft  cur  parts  ? 
Come,  Holy  dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hill? 
And  warm  our  frozen  hearts. 

6  Give  as  with  active  warmth  to  move, 

With  vig'rous  fouls  to  rife, 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
T©  fly  and  take  the  prize. 


PETITION.  43 

PETITION. 

HYMN    XXXIX.     Ame. 

i    TTAPPY  foul,  that  free  from  harms, 
JL  X    Rfifta  within  his  Shepherd's  arms?" 
Who  his  quiet  (hall  moleft  ? 
Who  (hall  violate  his  reft  ? 
Jefus  doth  his  fpirit  bear, 
Jefus  takes  his  ev'ry  care  ; 
He  who  found  the  watid'ring  fheep, 
Jefus  flill  delights  to  keep. 

2  O  that  I  might  fo  believe, 
Steadfaftly  to  Jefus  cleave  ; 
On  his  only  love  rely, 
Smile  at  the  deftroyer  nigh  ; 
Free  from  fin  and  fervile  fear, 
Have  my  Jefus  ever  near  ; 
All  his  care  rejoice  to  prove  ; 
All  his  paradife  of  love. 

3  jefus,  feek  thy  wand'ring  fneep, 
Bring  me  back,  and  lead,  and  keep  ; 
Take  on  thee  my  ev'ry  care  ; 

Bear  me,  on  thy  boforn  bear  ; 
Let  me  know  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
More  and  more  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
More  and  more  of  thee  receive, 
Ever  in  thy  Spirit  live  : 

4  Live,  till  all  thy  life  I  know, 
Perfect  through  my  Lord  below  : 
Gladly  then  from  earth  remove, 
Gather'd  to  the  fold  above  : 


44  PETITION. 

O  that  I  at  laft  may  {land 
With  the  fheep  at  thy  right  hand  j 
Take  the  crown  fo  freely  giv'n  : 
Enter  in  by  thee  to  heav'n. 

HYMN     XL.     Amjlerdam* 

i   1^ /TAKER,  Saviour  of  mankind. 
JLVJL     Who  haft  on  me  beftow'd 
An  immortal  foul,  defignM 

To  be  the  houfe  of  God  : 
Come,  and  now  refide  in  me, 

Never,  never  to  remove, 
Make  me  juft,  and  good,  like  thee, 

And  full  of  paw'r  and  love. 

2  Bid  me  in  thine  image  rife, 

A  faint,  a  creature  new  ; 
True,  and  merciful,  and  wife, 

And  pure,  and  happy  too. 
This  thy  primitive  defign, 

That  I  mould  in  thee  be  bleft ; 
Should  within  thy  arms  divine 

For  ever,  ever  reft. 

3  Let  thy  will  in  me  be  done  ; 

Fulfil  my  heart's  defire, 
Thee  to  know,  and  love  alone, 

And  rife  in  raptures  higher  : 
Thee  defcending  on  a  cloud, 

When  with  raviih'd  eyes  I  fee  ; 
Then  fhall  I  be  fill'd  with  God 

To  all  eternity! 


PETITION.  4$ 

HYMN     XLI.      Hamilton, 
O  D   of  my  falvation  hear, 


G 


And  help  me  to  believe  j' 
Simply  do  I  now  draw  near, 

Thy  bleffing  to  receive  : 
Full  of  guilt,  alas  !    I  am, 
But  to  thy  wounds  for  refuge  flee  :. 
Fr;end  of  finntrrs,  fpotlefs  Lambs 

Thy  blood  was  fhed  for  me. 
Standing  now  as  newly  flain, 

To  thee  I  lift  mine  eye, 
Balm  of  all  my  grief  and  pain, 

Thy  blood  is  always  nigh  : 
Now,  as  yefterday,  the  fame 
Thou  art,  and  wilt  for  ever  be  : 
Friend  of  finners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  fhed  for  me. 
Nothing  have  I,  Lord,  to.  pay, 

Nor  can  thy  grace  procure  ; 
Empty  fend  me  not  away, 

For  I,  thou  knovv'ft,  am  poor  ; 
Dud  and  allies  is  my  name, 
My  all  is  fin  and  mifery  : 

Friend  of  finners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  fhed  for  me. 
No  good  word,  or  work,  or  though1 

Bring  I  to  buy  thy  grace  ; 
Pardon  I  accept  unbought, 

Thy  proffer  I  embrace ; 
Coming,  as  at  firft  I  came, 
To  take,  and  not  bellow  on  thee 
Friend  of  fmnerj,  fpotlefs  Lrmib, 

Thy  blood  wae  fhed  for  n« 


46  PETITTON. 

5        Saviour,  from  thy  wounded  fide 
I  never  will  depart, 
Here  will  I  my  fpirit  hide, 

When  I  am  pure  in  heart  ; 
Till  my  place  above  1  claim, 
This  only  mall  be  all  my  plea, 
Friend  of  finners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 
Thy  blood  was  (hed  for  me. 
HYMN     XLII.      Chapel 

1  /^OME,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  rejoice, 
\_y    In  hope  that  1  mall  hear  thy  voice, 

Shall  one  day  fee  my  God  ; 
Shall  ceafe  from  all  my  fin  and  ftrife, 
Handle  and  tafte  the  word  of  life, 

And  feel  the  fprinlded  blood. 

2  I  (hall  not  always  make  my  moan, 
Nor  worfhip  thee,  a  God  unknown, 

But  I  fhall  live  to  prove 
Thy  people's  reft  and  faints'  delight, 
The  length,  and  breadth,  and  depth,  and  height 

Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

3  Rejoicing  now  in  earned  hope, 

I  ftand,  and  from  the  mountain-top 

See  all  the  land  below  : 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rife, 
And  all  the  fruit  of  paradife 

In  endlefs  plenty  grow  : 

4  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favour'd  with  God's  peculiar  fmile, 

With  ev'ry  blefiing  bleft  ; 
There  dwells  the  Lord,  cur  righteouf;  -aTs, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peacer 

And  everlafting  reft. 


PETITION.  47 

5  O  that  I  might  at  once  go  up, 
No  more  on  this  fide  Jordan  Hop, 

But  now  the  land  poffcfs  ; 
This  moment  end  my  legal  years, 
Sorrows,  and  fins,  and  doubts,  and  fear? 

An  howling  wildernefs  ! 

6  Now,  O  my  Jofhua,  bring  me  in, 
Call  out  thy  foes,  the  inbred  fin, 

The  carnal  mind  remove  ; 
The  purchafe  of  thy  death  divide, 
And  O,   with  all  the  fanftify'd, 

Give  me  a  lot  of  love  ! 

H  Y  M  N     XLIII.      Brockmer, 

1  f~^  OD  of  all  grace  and  majefty, 
V_T    Supremely  great  and  good, 
If  I  have  mercy  found  with  thee^ 

Through  the  atoning  blood  ; 
The  guard  of  all  thy  mercies  give, 

And  to  my  pardon  join 
A  fear,  left  I  mould  ever  grieve 

Thy  gracious  Spir't  divine. 

2  If  mercy  is  indeed  with  thee, 

May  I  obedient  prove, 
Nor  e'er  abufe  my  liberty. 

Or  fin  againft  thy  love  : 
This  choice**  fruit  of  faith  befiovy 

On  a  poor  fojoufnef; 
And  let  me  pais  my  days  below, 

In  humblcnefs  and  fear. 
E 


48  PETITION. 

g  Still  may  T  walk  as  in  thy  fight, 

My  ftri£l  obferver  fee  ; 
And  thou  by  rev'rend  love  unite 

My  child-like  heart  to  thee  : 
Still  let  me,  till  my  days  are  paft, 

At  Jefu's  feet  abide ; 
So  mall  he  lift  me  up  at  laft, 

And  feat  me  by  his  fide. 

HYMN    XLIV.     C.  M. 

1  T  WANT  a  principle  within 
X    Of  jealous  godly  fear, 

A  fenfibility  of  fin, 
A  pain  to  feel  it  near. 

2  That  I  from  thee  no  more  may  part? 

No  more  thy  goodnefs  grieve, 
The  filial  awt,  the  flefhly  heart, 
The  tender  conscience  give, 

2  Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

O  God,  my  confcience  make, 
Awake  my  foul  when  fin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  Hill  awake. 

5   If  to  the  right  or  left  I  ft  ray, 

That  moment,   Lord,  reprove  s 
And  let  me  weep  my  life  away, 
For  having  griev'd  thy  love. 

5  O  may  the  leaft  omiffion  pain 
My  well-in ftru&ed  foul, 
And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again, 
Which  makes  the  wounded  whole 


PETITION.  49 

HYMN    XLV.     Norwich. 

1  ~|\/TY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
JLVJL    To  thee,  to  thee  I  call ; 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 

For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  Thy  mining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 
'Tis  paradife  when  thou  art  here, 
If  thou  depart  'tis  hell. 

3  The  fmilings  of  thy  face 

How  am  able  they  are  ! 
?Tis  heaven  to  reft  in  thine  embrace, 
And  no  where  elfe  but  there. 

4  To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  blifs  ; 
They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne> 
And  dwell  where  Jefus  is. 

5  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heavenly  place  ; 
If  God  his  refidence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  fky, 

Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
No,  not  one  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  prefence,  Lord. 

7  Thou  art  the  fea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleafures  roll  ; 
The  circle  where  my  paflions  move* 
And  centre  of  my  foul. 


$Q  PETITION. 

2  To  thee  my  fpirits  fly 
With  infinite  defire  : 
And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie  • 
Dear  Jefus,  raife  me  higher. 

HYMN    XLVI. 

1  TESUS,  come,  thou  hope  of  glory, 
J     Purify  me,  that  I 

May  with  faints  adore  thee. 

2  Big  with  earneft  expectation, 

Still  I  fit  at  thy  feet, 
Longing  for  falvation. 

3  My  poor  heart  vouchfafe  to  dwell  in, 

Make  me  thine,  Love  divine, 
By  thy  Spirit's  fealing. 

4  Thou  haft  laid  the  fure  foundation 

Of  my  hope,  build  me  up ; 
Finifh  thy  creation. 

5  From  this  inbred  fin  deliver: 

Let  the  yoke  now  be  broke, 
Make  me  thine  for  ever. 

6  Partner  of  thy  perfect  nature, 

Let  me  be,  now  in  thee, 
A  new  fpotlefs  creature. 

7  Perfect  when  I  walk  before  thee, 

Soon  or  late,  then  tranflate 
To  the  realms  of  glory. 

HYMN    XLVII.     L.  M. 

I    "  *  Thirft,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God, 
X    To  warn  me  in  thy  cleanfing  blood  } 
To  dwell  within  thy  wounds  j  then  pain 
Is  fweet,  and  life  or  death  is  gain. 


PETITION.  51 

2  Take  my  poor  heart,  and  let  it  be 
For  ever  clos'd  to  all  but  thee  ! 

Seal  thou  my  breaft,  and  let  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

3  How  bleft  are  they  who  ftill  abide 
Clofe  fhelter'd  in  thy  bleeding  fide  ! 
Who  life  and  ftrength  from  thence  derive, 
And  by  thee  move,  and  in  thee  live. 

4  What  are  our  works  but  fin  and  death, 
Till  thou  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  breathe  : 
Thou  giv'fl  the  povv'r  thy  grace  to  move, 
O  wond'rons  grace  !   O  boundlefs  love  ! 

5  How  can  it  be,  thou  heav'nly  King, 
That  thou  fhould'fl  us  to  glory  bring ; 
Make  flaves  the  partners  of  thy  throne, 
Deck'd  with  a  never-fading  crown  ? 

6  Hence  our  hearts  melt,  our  eyes  o'erflow, 
Our  words  are  loft,  nor  will  we  know, 
Nor  will  we  think  of  aught  befide, 

"  My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucify'd." 

7  Ah  1   Lord,  enlarge  our  fcanty  thought, 
To  know  the  wonders  thou  haft  wrought  5 
Unloofe  our  ftamm'ring  tongues  to  tell 
Thy  love  immecfe,  unfearchable  ! 

S  Firft  born  of  many  brethren  thou, 
To  thee,  lo  !   all  our  fouls  wc  bow  ; 
To  thee  our  hearts  ai^d  hai.ds  we  give; 
Thine  may  we  die,  thine  may  we  live. 
E  2 


52  PETITION. 

HYMN     XLVIII.     Irene. 

i    QAVIOUR!   the  world's  and  mine, 
^    Was  ever  grief  like  thine  ? 
Thou  ray  pain,  my  curfe  haft  took, 

All  my  fins  were  laid  on  thee  ; 
Help  me,  Lord,  to  thee  I  look  ; 

Draw  me,  Saviour,  after  thee. 

2  To  love  is  all  my  wifh, 

I  only  live  for  this, 
Grant  me,  Lord,  my  heart's  defire, 

There,  by  faith,  for  e'er  to  dwell : 
This  I  always  will  require, 

Thee  and  only  thee  to  feel. 

5  Thy  pow'r  I  pant  to  pro\vv, 

Rooted  and  hVd  in  love  : 
Strengthen'd  by  thy  Spirit's  might, 

Wife  to  fathom  things  divine, 
What  the  length,  and  breadth,  and  height, 

WThat  the  depth  of  love  like  thine. 

4  Ah  !    give  me  this  to  know, 

With  all  thy  faints  below  , 
Swells  my  foul  to  corapafs  thee  ; 

Gafps  in  thee  to  live  and  mov  -  ; 
Fill'd  with  all  the  Deity, 

All  immers'd  and  loib  in  Iay«  ! 

HYMN     XLIX.     C  M. 

»     YES  US,  thou  ail-redeeming  Laid, 
3     Thy  bleiTing  we  implprg, 
Open  the  door  to  preach  thy  word. 
Tiie  great,  effe&ual  door. 


PETITION.  53 

2  Gather  the  outcafts  in,  and  fave 

From  fin  and  Satan's  pow'r  ! 
And  let  them  now  acceptance  have, 
And  know  their  gracious  hour. 

3  Lover  of  fouls,  thou  know'ft  to  prize 

What  thou  haft  bought  fo  dear : 
Come  then,  and  in  thy  people's  eyes, 
With  all  thy  wounds  appear  ! 

4  Appear,  as  when  of  old  confefl 

The  fuff'ring  Son  of  God  ; 
And  let  them  fee  thee  in  thy  veft 
But  newly  dipt  in  blood. 

5  The  ftony  from  their  hearts  remove, 

Thou,  who  for  all  halt  dy'd  ; 
Shew  them  the  tokens  of  thy  love, 
Thy  feet,  thy  hands,  thy  fide  ! 

6  Thy  feet  were  nail'd  to  yonder  tree, 

To  trample  down  their  fin  ; 
Thy  hands  they  all  flretch'd  out  may  fee, 
To  take  thy  murd'rers  in. 

7  Thy  fide  an  open  fountain  is, 

Where  all  may  freely  go, 
And  drink  the  living  ftreams  of  blifs, 
And  wafh  them  white  as  fnow. 

8  Ready  thou  art  the  blood  to  applys 

And  prove  the  record  true  ; 
And  all  thy  wounds  to  finners  crv, 
"  Iiuffer'd  this  for  vou  !" 


54  PETITION. 

HYMN    L.    CM. 

,1    f\  God  !   our  help  in  ages  pad, 
\J    Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  fhelter  from  the  ftormy  blaft, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Under  the  fhadow  of  thy  throne 

Still  may  we  dwell  fecure  ; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  Hood* 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
From  everlafting  thou  art  God, 
To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 

4  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 

Are  like  an  ev'ning  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rifmg  fun. 

5  The  bufy  tribes  of  flefh  and  blood, 

With  all  their  cares  and  fears, 
Are  carried  downward  by  the  flood, 
And  loft  in  following  years. 

6  Time,  like  an  ever-rolHng  dream, 

Bears  all  its  fens  away  ; 
Thfy  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

7  O  God  !   our  help  in  ages  pad, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come  : 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  life  mall  lad, 
And  our  perpetual  home. 


PETITION.  55 

H  Y  M  N     LI.      Ncw-y ear's  day. 

i    /^1  ONJE  let  us  anew 

\^/    Our  journey  purfue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  (land  ftill  till  the  Mailer  appear  ! 
His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 
And  our  talents  improve 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labour  of  love, 

2  Our  life  as  a  dream, 
Our  time  as  a  ft  ream 

Glides  fwiftly  away, 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refufes  to  flay  : 
The  arrow  is  flown, 
The  moment  is  gone  ; 
The  millenial  year 
Rufhes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here, 

3  O  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming  may  fay, 

"  I  have  fought  my  way  through, 
I  have  finim'd  the  work  thou  didil  give  me  to  do." 
O  that  each  from  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  glad  word, 
"  Well  and  faithfully  done  ! 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  fit  down  on  my  throne." 

HYMN     LII.     2$dPfalm. 

3    *        EADER  of  faithful  fouls,  and  guide 
1  i    Of  all  that  travel  to  the  fky, 
Come  and  with  us,  ev'n  us  abide, 
Who  would  on  thee  alone  rely  ; 
On  thee  alone  our  fpirits  (lay, 
While  held  in  life's  uneven  way. 


$6  PETITION. 

2  Strangers  and  pilgrims  here  below, 

This  earth  we  know  is  not  our  place, 

And  haften  through  the  vale  of  woe, 
And  reftlefs  to  behold  thy  face, 

Swift  to  our  heavenly  country  move, 

Our  everlafling  home  above. 

.3  We've  no  abiding  city  here, 

But  feek  a  city  out  of  fight ; 
Thither  our  fteady  courfe  we  fleer, 

Afpiring  to  the  plains  of  light, 
Jerufalem,  the  faints'  abode, 
Whofe  founder  is  the  living  God. 

4  Patient  th*  appointed  race  to  run, 
This  weary  world  we  call  behind, 

From  ftrength  to  ftrength  we  travel  oh, 
The  new  Jerufalem  to  find  : 

Our  labour  this,  our  only  aim, 

To  find  the  new  Jerufalem. 

£  Thro'  thee,  who  all  our  fins  haft  borne, 
Freely  and  gracioufly  forgiv'n, 

With  "longs  to  Zion  we  return, 

Contending  for  our  native  heav'n  ; 

That  palace  of  our  glorious  King, 

We  find  it  nearer  while  we  fing. 

6  Rais'd  by  the  breath  of  love  divine, 

We  urge  our  way  with  ftrength  renew'd ; 
The  church  of  the  firft-born  to  join, 
To  travel  to  the  mount  of  God ; 
With  joy  upon  our  heads  to  rife, 
And  meet  our  Saviour  in  the  ikies. 


PETITION.  57 

HYMN      LIII.      Klngsnvood. 
I    QON  of  God,  if  thy  free  grace 
O    Again  hath  rais'd  me  up, 
Call'd  me  Hill  to  feek  thy  face, 

And  giv'n  me  back  my  hope ; 
Still  thy  timely  help  afford, 

And  all  thy  loving  kindnefs  mow  ; 
Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 

And  never  let  me  go. 
t  By  me,  O  my  Saviour,  ftand 

In  fore  temptation's  hour  ! 
Save  me  with  thine  out-ftretch'd  hand, 

And  ihew  forth  all  thy  pow'r : 
O  be  mindful  of  thy  word, 

Thy  all-fufficient  grace  beftow  : 
Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 

And  never  let  me  go. 

3  Give  me,  Lord,  a  holy  fear, 

And  fix  it  in  my  heart, 
That  I  may  from  evil  near, 

With  fpcedy  care  depart : 
Sin  be  more  than  hell  abhorr'd, 

Till  thou  deftroy  the  tyrant  foe  : 
Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 

And  never  let  me  go. 

4  Never  let  me  leave  thy  breaft, 

From  thee,  my  Saviour,  ftray  ; 
Thou  art  my  fupport  and  reft, 

My  true  and  living  way  : 
My  exceeding  great  reward, 

In  heav'n  above,  and  earth  below  : 
Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 

And  never  let  me  go. 


58  PETITION. 

HYMN      LIV.      Klngsnvood. 

1  "T     O  RD  !   and  is  thine  anger  gone  ' 
!L  a    And  art  thou  pacify'd  ? 

After  all  that  I  have  done, 

Doft  thou  no  longer  chide  ? 
Infinite  thy  mercies  are  ; 

Beneath  the  weight  I  cannot  move  1 
O  'tis  more  than  I  can  bear, 

The  fenfe  of  pard'ning  love ! 

2  Let  it  ftill  my  heart  conftrain, 

And  all  my  paffions  flay  ;■ 
Keep  me  left  I  turn  again  - 

Out  of  the  narrow  way  ; 
Force  my  vi'lence  to  be  ftill, 

And  captivate  my  every  thought ; 
Charm,'  and  melt,  and  change  my  will, 

And  bring  me  down  to  nought. 

3  If  I  have  begun  once  more 

Thy  fweet  return  to  feel  ; 
If  even  now  I  find  thy  pow'r 

Prefent  my  foul  to  heal  ; 
Still  and  quiet  may  I  lie, 

Nor  ftruggle  out  of  thine  embrace  : 
Never  more  refill,  or  fly 

From  thy  purfuing  grace. 

4  To  the  crofs,  thine  altar,  bind 

Me  with  the  cords  of  love  : 
Freedom  let  me  never  find 

From  my  dear  Lord  to  move  ; 
That  I  never,  never  more 

May  with  my  much  lovM  Matter  part, 
To  the  pofts  of  mercy's  door, 

O  nail  my  willing  heart. 


PETITION.  59 

See  my  utter  helpleffnefs, 

And  leave  me  not  alone, 
O  preferve  in  perfect  peace, 

And  feal  me  for  thine  own  ! 
More  and  more  thyfelf  reveal, 

Thy  prefence  let  me  always  find-1; 
Comfort*  and  confirm,  and  heal, 

My  feeble,  fin-lick  mind. 

As  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

Thy  weakeft.  fervant  keep  ; 
Help  me  at  thy  feet  to  lie, 

And  there  for  ever  weep  : 
Tears  of  joy  mine  eyes  o'erflow, 

That  I  pofTefs  a  hope  of  heav'n  ; 
Much  of  love  I  ought  to  know, 

For  I  have  much  forgiv'n-. 

HYMN     LV.     Birmingham. 

THEE  will  I  love,  my  itrength,  my  tow'r* 
Thee  will  I  love,  myjoy,  my  crown, 
Thee  will  I  love  with  all  my  pow'r, 

In  all  my  works,  and  thee  alone. 
Thee  will  I  love,  till  the  pure  fire 
Fill  my  whole  foul  with  chaile  defire. 
Ah  !   why  did  I  fo  late  thee  know, 

Thee,  lovelier  than  the  fons  of  .men  1 
Ah  !   why  did  I  no  fooner  go 

To  thee,  the  only  eafe  in  pain  ? 
Aiham'd,   I  figh  and  inly  mourn, 
That  I  fo  late  to  thee  did  turn. 
In  darknefs  willingly  I  (Iray'd  ; 

I  fought  thee,  vet  from  thee  I  rov'd ; 
F 


$0  PETITION. 

Far  wide  my  wand'ring  thoughts  were  fpreacl, 

Thy  creatures  more  than  thee  I  lov'd  ; 
And  now  if  more  at  length  I  fee, 
?Tis  thro'  thy  light  and  comes  from  thee.. 

4  I  thank  thee,  uncreated  Sun, 

That  thy  bright  beams  on  me  have  fhin'd  ; 
I  thank  thee,  who  haft  overthrown 

My  foes,  and  heal'd  my  wounded  mind : 
I  thank  thee,  whofe  enliv'ning  voice 
Bids  my  freed  heart  in  thee  rejoice. 

5  Uphold  me  in  the  doubtful  race, 

Nor  fuffer  me  again  to  {tray  ; 
Strengthen  my  feet  with  ileady  pace^ 

Still  to  preis  forward  in  the  way  ; 
My  foul  and  flefh,  O  Lord  of  might, 
Fill,  fatiate  with  thy  heav'nly  light. 

HYMN    LVI.    C.  M. 
i    TNFINITE,  unexhaufted  love  ! 
JL    Jefu3  and  love  are  one  ; 
If  ftill  to  me  thy  bowels  move, 
They  are  reftrain'd  to  none. 

2  What  mail  I  do  my  God  to  love  I 

My  loving  God  to  praife  ? 
The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height  to  prov* 
And  depth  of  fov' reign  grace  ? 

3  Thy  fov'reign  grace  to  all  extends, 

Immenfe  and  unconfin'd ; 
From  age  to  age  it  never  ends, 
It  reaches  all  mankind. 

4  Throughout  the  w#rld  its  breadth  is  k^owir; 

Wide  as  infinity  ; 


PETITION. 


61 


So  wide,  it  never  pafs'd  by  one* 
Or  it  had  pafs'd  by  me. 

5  My  trefpafs  was  grown  up  to  heav'n  ; 

But  far  above  the  fides, 
In  Chriit  abundantly  forgiv'n^ 
I  fee  thy  mercies  rife  ! 

6  The  depth  of  all-redeeming  love, 

What  angel-tongue  can  tell  ? 
O  may  I  to  the  utrnoft  prove 
The  gift  unfpeakabie ! 

7  Come,  quickly,  gracious  Lord,  and  take 

Pofleflion  of  thine  own  ! 
My  longing  heart  vouchfafe  to  make 
Thine  everlaiting  throne  ! 

&  Aifert  thy  claim,  maintain  thy  right, 
quickly  from  above  ; 
•„me  to  perfection's  height^ 
ith  of  humble  love. 

M  N     LVII.     Zlon. 
-I.ory  to  God  in  the  iky, 
^^eace  upon  earth  be  reilor'd^ 
halted  on  high, 
^ippear  our  omnipotent  Lord  ! 
Who  meanly  in  Bethlehem  born, 

DidH  ftoop  to  redeem  a  loll  race, 
Once  more  to  thy  creatures  return, 

And  reign  in  thy  kingdom  of  grace- 
When  thou  in  our  flefh  didft  appear, 

All  nature  acknowledg'd  thy  birth  ; 
Arofe  the  acceptable  year, 

And  heaven  was  open'd  on  earth : 


62  PETITION. '"' 

Receiving  its  Lord  from  above, 
The  world  was  united  to  blefs 

The  Giver  of  concord  and  love, 

The  Prince  and  the  Author  of  Peace. 

3  O  wouldft  thou  again  be  made  known, 

Again  in  the  Spirit  defcend, 
And  fet  up  in  each  of  thine  own, 

A  kingdom  that  never  mail  end  : 
Thou  only  art  able  to  blefs, 

And  make  the  glad  nations  obey, 
And  bid  the  dire  enmity  ceafe, 

And  bow  the  whole  world  to  thy  fway, 

4  Come  then  to  thy  fervants  again, 

Who  long  thy  appearance  to  know  | 
Thy  quiet  and  peaceable  reign, 

In  mercy  eftablifh  below  ; 
All  forrow  before  thee  (hall  fly, 

And  anger  and  hatred  be  o'ers 
And  envy  and  malice  (hall  die, 

And  difcord  afflict  us  no  more,. 
5.  No  horrid  alarum  of  war 

Shall  break  our  eternal  repofe  ; 
No  found  of  the  trumpet  is  there, 

Where  Jefus's  Spirit  o'erflows.: 
Appeas'd  by  the  charms  of  thy  grace, 

We  all  (hall  in  amity  join, 
And  kindly  each  other  embrace, 

And  love  with  a  paffion  like  thine, 
HYMN    LVIIL     C.  M. 
I    pOME,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Gho.ft. 
\_y    One  God  in  perfons  three, 
Bring  back  the  heav'nly  bleffing  loft 

By  all  mankind  and  me. 


PETITION.  63 

2  Thy  favour,  and  thy  nature  too, 

To  me,  to  all  reftore  ; 
Forgive,  and  after  God  renew, 
/iiid  keep  me  evermore. 

3  Eternal  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs, 

Difplay  thy  beams  divine, 
And  caufe  the  glories  of  thy  face. 
Upon  my  heart  to  mine. 

4  Light  in  thy  light,  O  may  1  fee, 

Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove  ! 
Reviv'd,  and  cheer'd,  and  bled  by  thee? 
The  God  of  pard'ning  love  ! 

5  Lift  up  thy  countenance  ferene, 

And  let  thy  happy  child 
Behold,  without  a  cloud  between, 
The  Godhead  reconcil'd  ! 

6  That  all-comprifing  peace,  beftow 

On  me,  through  grace  forgiv'n  ; 
The  joys  of  holinefs  below, 
And  then  the  joys  of  heav'n  ! 

HYMN     LIX.     Awjlerdam, 

1    r\  ALMIGHTY  God  of  leve  !. 
\_J    Thy  holy  arm  difplay  ; 
Send  me  fuccour  from  above, 

In  this  my  evil  clay  ; 
Arm  my  weaknefs  with  thy  pow'r., 

Woman's  feed  appear  within  I 
Be  my  fafeguard  and  my  tow'r, 

A  gain  ft  the  face  of  fin. 
Rock  of  my  falvation,  ha{te} 

Extend  thv  ample  fnadc? 
F  2 


64  PETITION. 

Let  it  over  me  be  cad, 

And  fcreen  my  naked  head  j 

Save  me  from  the  trying  hour  ; 
Thou  my  lure  protection  be  : 

Shelter  me  from  Satan's  pow'r, 
Till  I  am  fix'd  on  thee. 

3   Set  upon  thyfelf  my  feet, 

And  make  me  furely  ftand ; 
From  temptation's  rage  and  heat 

Cover  me  with  thine  hand  ; 
Let  me  in  the  cleft  be  plac'd  ; 

Never  from  my  fence  remove  : 
In  thine  arms  of  love  embrac'd, 

Of  everlafting  love. 

HYMN    LX.     L.  M. 
I    /"^tOME,  Saviour,  Jefu,  from  above  ! 
\^/    Affift  me  with  thy  heav'nly  grace  ; 
Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love, 
And  for  thyfelf  prepare  the  place. 

Z  O  let. thy  facred  prefence  fill, 

And  fet  my  longing  fpirit  free  { 
Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will, 
But  night  and  day  to  feaft  on  thee. 

3  While  in  this  region  here  below, 

No  other  good  will  I  purfue  : 
I'll  bid  this  world  of  noife  and  mow, 
With  a]l  its  glittering  fnares,  adieu. 

4  That  path  with  humble  fpeed  I'll  feek, 

In  which  my  Saviour's  footfteps  mine  \ 
Nor  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  fpeak 
Of  any  other  love  but  thiaOc 


PETITION.  6j 

Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight 

Divide  this  confecrated  foul : 
PofTefs  it  thou  who  haft  the  right, 

As  Lord  and  Mafter  of  the  whole. 

Nothing  on  earth  do  I  defire, 

But  thy  pure  love  within  my  bread  ; 

This,  only  this,  will  I  require, 
And  freely  give  up  all  the  reft. 


HYMN    LXI.     Paha?*. 

s    rT"1  HE  praying  fpirit  breathe, 

I       The  watching  pow'r  impart ; 
From  all  entanglements  beneath 

Call  off  my  peaceful  heart ; 
My  feeble  mind  fuftain, 

By  worldly  thoughts  opprefs'd  ; 
Appear,  and  bid  me  turn  again 

To  my  eternal  reft. 

2   Swift  to  my  refcue  come, 

Thine  own  this  moment  feize, 
Gather  my  wandering  fpirit  home, 

And  keep  in  perfect  peace  : 
Suffer'd  no  more  to  rove 

O'er  all  the  earth  abroad, 
Arreft  the  pris'ner  of  thy  love, 

And  (hut  me  up  in  God. 

HYMN    LXI  I.     JBrooj'fh 

x    QHEPHERD  divine,   our  wants  relieve. 
k3    1°  this  our  evil  day  ; 
To  all  thy  tempted  fuil'wers  give 
"l  he  pov/r  to  watch  ?\vl  prayj 


66  PETITION, 

2  Long  as  our  fi'ry  trials  laft, 

Long  as  the  crjfs  we  bear, 
O  let  our  fouls  on  thee  be  caft, 
In  never-ceafmg  pray'r ! 

3  The  fpirit  of  interceding  grace 

Give  us  in  faith  to  claim  ; 
To  wreftle  till  we  fee  thy  face, 
And  know  thy  hidden  name. 

4  1  ill  thou  thy  perfect  love  impart, 

Till  thou  thyfelf  beftow, 
Be  this  the  cry  of  ev'ry  heart, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

5  I  will  net  let  thee  go,  unlefs 

Thou  tell  thy  name  to  me, 
With  all  thy  great  falvation  blefs, 
And  make  me  all  like  thee 

j5      hen  let  me,  on  the  mountain  top, 
Beh.:-ld  thy  open  face, 
Where  faith  in  fight  is  fwallow'd  up, 
\ad  pray'r  in  endlefs  praife. 

HYMN     LXIII.     Olney. 
ESU,  my  ftrength,  my  hope, 
On  thee  I  caft  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  thou  hear'ft  my  prayV 
Give  me  on  thee  to  wait, 

'>  ill  I  can  all  things  do, 
On  thee,  almighty  to  create, 
;i  lmighty  to  renew. 

2        I  want  a  fober  mind, 

A  felf-renouncing  wilfc, 


J 


PETITION.  6j 

Tha,t  tramples  down,  and  cafts  behind, 
The  baits  of  plcafing  ill  : 
A  foul  inur'd  to  pain, 

To  hardfhip,  grief,  and  lofs  : 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  fuilain, 
The  confecrated  cro'fs. 

I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick  decerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  fin  is  near, 
And  fees  the  tempter  fly  ; 
A  fpirit  itill  prepar'd, 

And  arm'd  with  jealous  care? 
For  ever  {landing  on  its  guard, 
And  watching  unto  pray'r. 
I  want  a  heart  to  pray, 
To  pray  and  never  ceafe, 
Never  to  murmur  at  thy  (lay, 
Or  wifh  my  fuff'rings  lefs. 
This  bleffing  above  all — 
Always  to  pray  I  want, 
Out  of  the  deep  on  thee  to  call, 
And  never,  never  faint. 
I  want  a  true  regard, 
A  fingle,  fleady  aim, 
Unmov'd  by  threat'ning  or  reward, 
To  thee  and  thy  great  name, : 
A  jealous,  juft  concern 

For  thine  immortal  praife  ; 
A  pure  defire  that  all  may  learn. 
And  glorify  thy  grace. 
I  reft  upon  thy  word  , 
The  promife  is  for  ni£  : 


68  PETITION. 

My  fuccour  and  falvatior,  Lord, 
Shall  furely  come  from  thee, 
But  let  me  ftill  abi,     . 

Nor  from  mv  Kope  remove, 
Till  th(  i  m]    patient  fpirit  guide 
Into  thy  perfect  love. 

H  Y  M  N     LXIV.     Wood's. 

1  TT  ELP,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  ny, 
XI    And  (till  my  tempted  foul  ftar.d  by, 

Throughout  the  evil  day  : 
The  facred  watchfulnefs  impart, 
And  keep  the  iiTues  of  my  heart, 

And  Mir  me  up  to  pray. 

2  My  foul  with  thy  whole  armour  arm, 
In  each  approach  of  fin,  alarm, 

And  fhew  the  danger  near  ; 
Surround,  fuflain,  and  ftrerrgthen  me#- 
And  fill  with  godly  jealoufy, 

And  fan&ifying  fear. 

g  When'er  my  carelefs  hands  hang  down, 
O  let  me  fee  thy  gath'ring  frow-n, 

And  feel  thy  warning  eye  ; 
And  ftarting,   cry,  from  ruin's  brink, 
Save,  Jefus,  or  I  yield,  I  fink  ! 
O  fave  me,  or  I  die  I 

4  If  near  the  pit  I  raftily  ftray, 
Before  I  wholly  fall  away, 

The  keen  conviction  dart ; 
Recall  me  by  that  pitying  look, 
That  kind  upbraiding  glance,  which  brokfc 

Unfaithful  Peter's  htart. 


PETITION.  #9 

5   In  me  thine  utmofl  mercy  (how, 
And  make  me  like  thyfelf  below, 

Unblamable  in  grace  ; 
Ready  prepar'd  and  fitted  here, 
By  perfect  holinefs,  t*  appear 

Before  thy  glorious  face. 

H  Y  M  N    LXV.     L.  M. 

1  TESU,  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend* 
J     On  whom  I  call  my  every  care, 

On  whom  for  all  things  I  depend, 
Infpire,  and  then  accept  my  pray'r. 

2  If  I  have  tailed  of  thy  grace, 

The  jrrace  that  fine  falvation  brings ; 
If  with  me  now  thy  Spirit  (lays, 

And  hov'ring,  hides  me  in  his  wings  $ 

3  Still  let  him  with  my  weaknefs  flay, 

Nor  for  a  moment's  fpace  depart : 
Evil  and  danger  turn  away, 

And  keep,  till  he  renews  my  heart, 

4  When  to  the  right  or  left  I  ilray, 

His  voice  behind  me  may  I  hear, 
"  Return,  and  walk  in  Chrift  thy  way, 
«'  Fly  back  to  Chrift,  for  fin  is  near.'" 

5  His  facred  unftion  from  above, 

Be  ftill  my  comforter  and  guide ; 
Till  all  the  llony  he  remove* 
And  in  my  loving  heart  refide. 

6  Jefus,  I  fain  would  walk  in  thee, 

From  nature's  ev'ry  path  retreat  -, 
Thou  art  my  way,  my  leader  be, 
And  fet,  upon  the  rock,  my  feet, 


70  PETITION. 

7  Uphold  me,  Saviour,  or  I  fall ;. 

O  reach  me  out  thy  gracious  hand  4 
Only  on  thee  for  help  I  call ; 
Only  by  faith  in  thee  I  ftand. 

HYMN    LXVI.     S.  M. 

A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have: 
A  God  to  glorify ; 
A  never-dying  foul  to  fave, 

And  fit  it  for  the  Iky  ; 
To  ferve  the  prefent  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil  ; 
O  may  it  all  my  pow'rs  engage 
To  do  my  Mailer's  $  ill ! 

2       Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  fight  to  live; 
And  O  thy  fervant,  Lord,  prepare 

A  ilri£l  account  to  give  ! 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyfelf  rely  ; 
AfTur'd,  if  I  my  truft  betray, 

I  fhall  for  ever  die. 


H  Y  M  N     LXVII.     Snowfield'z, 


*B 


E  it  my  only  wifdom  here, 
To  ferve  the  Lord  with  filial  fear. 
With  loving  gratitude  ; 
Superior  fenfe  may  I  difplty, 
By  munning  ev'ry  evil  way, 
And  walking  in  the  good* 


PETITION. 

0  may  I  ftill  from  fin  depart ; 
A  wife  and  underftanding  heart, 

Jefus,  to  me  be  giv'n  ! 
And  let  me  through  thy  Spirit  know, 
To  glorify  my  Gcd  berow, 

And  find  my  way  to  heav'n. 

HYMN    LXVIII.     L^;f:. 

GO  D  of  almighty  love, 
By  whofe  fufficient  grace. 

1  lift  my  heart  to  things  above, 


7< 


And  humbly  feek  th 


v  face 


Thro'  JefusChrlfl:  thejufl, 

My  faint  defire  receive, 

And  let  me  in  thy  goodnefs  truft, 

And  to  thy  glory  live. 

Whatever  I  fay  or  do, 
Thy  glory  be  my  aim  ; 
My  offerings,  all  be  offcr'd  through 
The  ever-ble'fed  name. 
Jefu,  my  fingle  eye, 
Be  fix'd  on  thee  alone  ; 
Thy  name  be  prais*d  on  earth,  on  high 
Thy  will  by  all  be  done. 
Spirit  of  faith,  infpire 
My  confecrated  heart  ; 
FIJI  me  with  pure  celeftial  fire, 
With  all  thou  halt  and  art  j 
My  feeble  m'nd  transform, 
And  perfectly  renew'd, 
..-  to  a  faint  exalt  a  worm  : 
-         ■    exalt  to  God  1 
G 


72  PETITION. 

HYMN    LXIX.     Lamfs. 

1  rn  H  E  thing  my  God  doth  hate? 

X.     That  I  no  more  may  do, 
Thy  creature,  Lord,  again  create, 
And  all  my  foul  renew ; 
My  foul  (hall  then,  like  thine, 
Abhor  the  thing  unclean, 
And  fan&ify'd  by  love  divine, 
For  ever  ceafe  from  fin. 

2  That  bleffed.  law  of  thine, 

Jefu,  to  me  impart ; 
Thy  Spirit's  law  of  life  divine, 

O  write  it  in  my  heart ! 
Implant  it  deep  within, 

Whence  it  may  ne'er  remove, 
The  law  of  liberty  from  fin, 

The  perfect  lw  of  love. 

3  Thy  nature  be  my  law, 

Thy  fpotlefs  fan&ity, 
And  fvveetly  ev'ry  moment  draw 

My  happy  foul  to  thee  j 
Soul  of  my  foul  remain. 

Who  didll  for  all  fulfil, 
In  me,  O  Lord,  fulfil  again 

Thy  heav'nly  Father's  will!" 

HYMN    LXX.    C.  M. 

I    ^V  F  O  R  a  heart  to  praife  my  God., 
\J    A  heart  from  fin  fet  free ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  fpilt  for  me. 


EETITION.  73 

2  A  heart  refign'd,  fubmifiivc,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Cbviit  is  heard  to  fpeak, 
Where  Jefus  reigns  a^ne. 

3  O  for  a  lowly  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean  ! 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 

4  A  heart  in  ev'ry  thought  renew'd, 

And  full  of  love  divine; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good; 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

5  Thy  tender  heart  is  Hill  the  fame, 

And  melts  at  human  woe : 
Jefu  for  thee  drftrefs'd  I  am, 
I  want  thy  love  to  know. 

6  My  heart,  thou  know' ft,  can  never  refts 

Till  thou  create  my  peace ; 
Till  of  my  Eden  repoffefs'd, 
From  ev'ry  £0  I  ceafe. 

7  Fruit  of  thy  gracious  lips,  on  me 

Bellow  that  peace  unknown, 

The  hidden  manna,  and  the  tree 

Of  life,   and  the  white  ftone. 

8  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart, 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  befl:  name  of  love. 


74  PETITION. 

II  Y   M  N     LXXI.      112th  Pfalm, 

1  np  HOU  hidden  love  of  God,  whofe  height, 

JL     Whofedepth  unfathom'd,  no  man  knows; 
I  fee  from  far  thy  beauteous  light, 

I  only  figh  for  thy  repofe  : 
My  heart  is  pain'd,  nor  can  it  be 
At  red,  till  it  finds  reft  in  thee. 

2  Fhy  fecret  voice  invites  me  ft  ill 

The  fweetnefs  of  thy  yoke  to  prove  ; 
And  fain  I  would,  but  though  my  will 

Seems  nx'd,  yet  wide  my  paffions  rove  ; 
Yet  hindrances  ftrew  all  the  way  : 
I  aim  at  thee,  yet  from  thee  ft  ray.. 

3  'Tis  mercy  all,  that  thou  haft  brought 

My  mind  to  feek  her  peace  in  thee  ; 
Yet  while  I  feek,  and  find  thee  not, 

No  peace  my  wand*ring  foul  {hall  fee  ; 
O  !   when  fhall  all  my  wand'rings  end, 
And  all  my  fteps  to  thee-ward  tend  ? 

4  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  fun, 

That  ftrives  with  thee  my  heart  to  {hare  ? 
Ah  !   tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone, 

The  Lord  of  ev'ry  motion  there  ! 
Then  fhall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free, 
When  it  hath  found  repofe  in  thee. 

5  Each  moment  draw,  from  earth  away, 

My  heart,  that  lowly  waits  thy  call ; 
Speak  to  my  inmoft  foul,  and  fay, 

'"lam  thy  Love,  thy  God,  thy  all  1" 
To  feel  thy  pow'r,  to  hear  thy  voice, 
Tc  tafte  thy  love,  be  all  my  choice. 


,Y? 


PETITION.  75 

HYMN     LXXII.     Cardiff. 
E  happy  finners,  hear, 


The  pris'ners  of  the  Lord, 
And  wait  till  Chrilt  appear, 

According  to  his  word  ; 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  (hall  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 

The  Lord,  our  righteoufnefs, 

We  have  long  fince  receiv'd ; 
Salvation  nearer  is, 

Than  when  we  firft  believM  ; 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  fhall  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 
In  God  we  put  our  truft  ; 

If  we  our  fins  confcfs, 
Faithful  he  is,  and  juft, 

From  all  unrighteoufnefs 
To  cleafe  us  all,  both  you  and  me, 
We  fhall  frorQ  all  our  fins  be  free. 
Surely  in  us  the  hope 

Of  glory  mail  appear  ; 
Sinners,  your  heads  lift  up, 

And  fee  redemption  near^ 
Again  I  fay,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  fhall  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 
Who  Jefu's  fufP rings  fhare, 

My  fellow  pris'ners  now, 
Ye  foon  the  wreath  (Kail  wear 

On  your  triumphant  brow  ; 
Pvejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  fhall  from  all  our  fins  be  free, 
G  z 


"JO  PETITION, 

6  The  word  of  God  is  fure, 

And  never  can  remove  ; 
We  (hall  in  heart  be  pure, 

And  perfected  in  love  ; 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  {hall  from  all  our  fins  be  free* 

7  Then  let  us  gladly  bring 

Our  facrifice  of  praife, 
Let  us  give  thanks  and  fing, 

And  glory  in  his  grace, 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  fhall  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 

HYMN    LXXI1I.     C.  M. . 

1  IT1  OR  ever  here  my  reft  fhall  be, 
JL      Olofe  to  thy  bleeding  fide  ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 

For  me  the  Saviour  dy'd. 

2  My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  fin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  cleanfe  and  keep  me  clean. 

*  Warn  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own  ; 
Wafh  me,  and  mine  thou  art : 
Wafh  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  Th'  atonement  of 'thy  blood  apply, 
Till  faith  to  fight  improve; 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my'fouj  hi  [o%. 


'J 


PETITION.  77 

HYMN     LXXIV.     C.  M. 
ESU,   my  life,  thyfelf  apply, 


Thy  holy  Spirit  breathe  : 
My  vile  affections  crucify, 

Conform  me  to  thy  death. 

2  Conqu'ror  of  hell,    and  earth,  and  fin, 

Still  with  the  rebel  drive  ; 
Enter  my  foul,  and  work  within, 
And  kill,  and  make  alive. 

3  More  of  thy  life,  and  more  I  have, 

As  the  Old  Adam  dies ; 
Bury  me,  Saviour,  in  thy  grave, 
That  I  with  thee  may  rife. 

4  Reign  in  me,   Lord,  thy  foes  controul, 

Who  would  not  own  thy  fway  : 
Diffufe  thine  image  through  my  foul, 
Shine  to  the  perfect  day. 

5  Scatter  the  laft  remains  of  fin, 

And  feal  me  thine  abode  ; 
O  make  me  glorious  ail  within, 
A  temple  built  by  God. 

HYMN     LXXV.     Savannah. 

I    T  T  OLY  Lamb,  who  thee  receive, 
JL  JL    Who  in  thee  begin  to  live, 
Day  and  night  they  cry  to  thee, 
As  thou  art,  fo  let  us  be. 

z  Jefq,  fee  ray  panting  breaft  : 
See,    I  pant  in  thee  to  reft  ; 
Gladly  would  I  now  be  clean  : 
Ck  :  am  ev'ry  tin. 


78  PETITION. 

3  Fix,  O  fix  my  wav'ring  mind ! 
To  thy  crofs  my  fpirit  bind  ; 
Earthly  paflions  far  remove  ; 
Swallow  up  my  foul  in  love. 

4  Duft  and  afhes  though  we  be, 
Full  of  guilt  and  mifery, 
Thine  we  are,  thou  Son  of  God, 
Take  the  purchafe  of  thy  blood. 

5  Who  in  heart  on  thee  believes, 
He  th'  atonement  now  receives  ; 
He  with  joy  beholds  thy  face, 
Triumphs  in  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

6  See,  ye  finners.,  fee  the  flame, 
Rifing  from  the  flaughter'd  Lamb, 
Mark  the  new,  the  living  way, 
Leading  to  eternal  day. 

7  Jefus,  when  this  light  we  fee, 
All  our  foul's  athird  for  thee ; 
When  thy  quick'ning  pow'r  we  prove, 
All  our  heart  diffolves  in  love. 

8  Boundlefs  wifdom,  pow'r  divine, 
Love  unfpeakable,  are  thine  : 
Praife  by  all  to  thee  be  giv'n, 
Sons  of.  earth,  and  hofts  of  heav?$. 

HYMN     LXXVI. 
i         T  E  S  U,  thou  art  our  King, 
J     To  me  thy  fuccour  briwg  : 
Chriil,  the  mighty  one  art  thou, 

Help  for  all  on  thee  is  laid  ; 
This  is  the  word,  I  claim  it  now, 
Send  me  bow  the  promis'd  aid. 


PETITION.  79 

High  on.  thy  Father's  throne, 

0  look  with  pity  down  ! 
Kelp,  O  help  !    attend  my  call, 

Captive  lead  captivity  ; 
King  of  glory,   Lord  of  all, 

Chrift,  the  Lord,  be  king  to  me. 

1  pant  to  feel  thy  fway, 
And  only  thee  t'  obey  : 

Thee  my  fpirit  grafps  to  meet ; 

This  my  one,  my  ceafelefs  pray'r, 
Make,  O  make  my  heart  thy  feat  I 

O  fet  up  thy  kingdom  there ! 

4       Triumph  and  reign  in  me, 

And  fpread  thy  victory  : 
Hell,  and  death,  and  fin  controul, 

Pride,  and  wrath,  and  ev'ry  foe  ; 
All  fubdue  :  through  all  my  foul 

Conqu'ring  and  to  conquer  go. 

H  Y  M  N    LXXVII.     C.  M. 

1  ORD,  I  believe  thy  ev'ry  word, 
JL  J    Thy  ev'ry  promife  true  : 

And  lo  !    I  wait  pn  thee,  my  Lord, 
Till  I  my  ftrength  renew. 

2  If  in  this  feeble  flefh  I  may, 

Awhile  fhew  forth  thy  praiie, 
Jefu,  fupport  the  tott'ring  clay, 
And  lengthen  out  my  days. 

j   If  fuch  a  worm,  as  I,  can  fpread 
The  common  Saviour's  name, 


SO  PETITION. 

Let  him,  who  rais'd  thee  from  the  deadj 
Quicken  my  mortal  frame. 

4  Still  let  me  live  thy  blood  to  mow, 
Which  purges  ev'ry  ftain  ; 
And  gladly  linger  out  below, 
A  few  more  years  in  pain. 

j}   Spare  me,  till  I  my  ftrength  of  foul, 
Till  I  thy  love  retrieve ; 
Tiibfaith  mall  make  my  fpirit  whole, 
And  perfect  foundnefs  give. 

6  For  this,  in  fteadfaft  hope  I  wait, 
Now  Lord,  my  foul  reftore  ; 
Now  the  new  heav'ns  and  earth  create, 
And  I  mail  fin  no  more. 

HYMN     LXXVIII.     Wejlminjlez. 

3    "        OVE  divine,  all  loves  excelling, 
Jk^Jl   Joy  of  heaven  to  earth  come  down 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown-; 
Jefu,  thou  art  all  companion, 

Pure  unbounded  love  thou  art ; 
Vifit  us  with  thy  faivation, 

Enter  ev'ry  trembling  heart. 

2   Breathe,  O  breathe,  thy  loving  fpirit, 

Into  ev'ry  troubled  breaft  I 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  that  fecond  reft : 
Take  away  our  bent  of  finning, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be, 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 


PETITION. 

3  Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive, 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave  ; 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blefling, 

Serve  thee  as  thy  hofts  above, 
Pray,  and  praife  thee  without  ceafing., 

Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

4  Finifh  then  thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  fpotlefs  let  us  be ; 
Let  us  fee  thy  great  falvation, 

Perfe&ly  reftor'd  in  thee  ; 
ChangM  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heav'n  we  take  our  place, 
Till  we  call  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Loft  in  wonder,  love,  and  praife  ! 

HYMN    LXXIX.    L.  M, 

s   /"\  THAT  my  load  of  fin  were  gone  I 
KJ    O  that  I  could  at  laft  fubmit, 
At  Jefu's  feet,  to  lay  it  down  i 
To  lay  my  foul  at  Jefu's  feet  ? 

J   Reft  for  my  foul  I  long  to  find  : 
Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  ftamp  thine  image  on  my  heart* 

\  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  fin, 
And  fully  fet  my  fpirit  free; 
I  cannot  reft,  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  loft  in  thee. 


$2  FETlTrott. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God  • 

Thy  light  and  eafy  burden  prove, 
The  crofs,  all  ftain'd  with  hallow'd  blood.. 
The  labour  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would  ;  but  thou  rnuft  give  the  pow'r  ; 

My  heart  from  ev'ry  fin  releafe  ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

6  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  firmer  cheer, 

Nor  let  thy  chariot-wheels  delay  : 
Appear,  in  my  poor  heart  appear ; 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away! 

HYMN     LXXX.      Wejlminpr. 

1  T     IGHT  of  life,  feraphic  fire, 

Bl  a    Love  divine,  thyfelf  impart  J. 
Ev'ry  fainting  foul  infpire  : 

Shine  in  ev'ry  drooping  heart : 
Ev'ry  mournful  finner  cheer; 

Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom  : 
Son  of  God,  appear,  appear ! 

To  thy  human  temples  come. 

2  Come  in  this  accepted  hour ; 

Bring  thy  heav'nly  kingdom  in  j 
Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  pow'r, 

Rooting  out  the  feeds  of  fin  ; 
Nothing  more  can  we  require  ; 

We  will  covet  nothing  lefs ; 
Be  thou  all  our  heart's  defire, 

All  our  joy,  and  all'our  peace. 


PETITION.  83 

H  Y  M'  N     LXXXI.      Founder].  - 

1  f~^  O  D  of  all-redeeming  grace, 
VJT    By  thy  pard'ning  love  compell'd, 
Up  to  thee  our  fouls  we  raife, 

Up  to  thee  our  bodies  yield  j 
Thou  our  facrifice  receive, 

Acceptable  through  thy  Son, 
While  to  thee  alone  we  live, 

While  we  die  to  thee  alone. 

2  Meet  it  is,   and  jutt  and  right, 

That  we  mould  be  wholly  thine  ; 
In  thy  only  will  unite, 

In  thy  blefTed  fervice  join  : 
O  that  ev'ry  work  and  word, 

Might  proclaim  how  good  thou  art : 
Holinefs,  unto  the  Lord, 

Still  be  wrote  upon  our  heart ! 

HYMN    LXXXII.     C.  M. 

E  T  him  to  whom  we  new  belong, 
k  J    His  fov'reign  right  affert ; 
And  take  up  ev'ry  thankful  fong, 
And  ev'ry  loving  heart. 

2  He  juftly  claims  us  for  his  own, 

Who  bought  us  with  a  price ; 
The  Chriitian  lives  to  Chrift  alone, 
To  Chrid  alone  he  dies. 

3  Jefus,  thine  own  at  laft  receive, 

Fulfil  our  hearts'  defire  ; 
And  let  us  ro  thy  glory  live, 
And  in  tfrv  caufe  expire. 
H 


84-*  PETITrOiN. 

4  Our  fouls  and  bodies  we  refign  j 
With  joy,  we  render  thee 
Our  all,  no  longer  ours,  but  thine, 
To  all  eternity. 

HYMN     LXXXIII.     i izth  Vfalm, 

i   "DEHOLD  the  fervant  of  the  Lord! 
JD   I  wait  thy  guiding  eye  to  feel, 
To  hear  and  keep  thy  ev'ry  word, 

To  prove  and  do  thy  perfect  will ; 
Joyful  from  my  own  works  to  ceafe, 
Gkid  to  fuliil  all  rigbteoufnefs, 

2  Me,  if  thy  grace  vouchfafe  to  ufe, 

Mean  eft  of  all  thy  creatures,  me, 
The  dcedy  the  time,  the  manner  chufe, 

Let  all  my  fruit  be  found  of  thee  : 
.Let  all  my  works  in  thee  be  wrought, 
By  thee  to  full  perfection  brought. 

3  My  ev'ry  weak,  though  good  defign, 

O'cr-rule,  or  change,  as  feems  thee  meet 
Jtfu,  let  all  my  work  be  thine  ; 

Thy  work,  O  Loid,  is  all  complete, 
And  pleaiing  in  thy  Father's  fight : 
Thou,  only,  haft  done  all  things  right ! 

4  Kere  then  to  thee  thy  own  1  leave, 

Mould  36  thou  wilt  thy  paffive  clay ; 
But  let  me  all  thy  ilamp  receive, 

But  let  me  #11  thy  words  obey  ; 
Stive  with  a  fittgle  heart  and.e^ 


■t, 


And  to  thy  glory  live  and  die 


PETITION.  85 

HYMN     LXXXIV.     IDeJlcaUon. 

FATHER,  Son,  ar,d  Holy  Ghoft, 
One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
As  by  the  celeftial  hoft, 

Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done ; 
Praife  by  all  to  thee  be  giv'n, 
Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heav'n* 

If  fo  poor  a  worm  as  1 

May  to  thy  great  glory  live, 
All  my  actions  fan&ify, 

All  my  words  and  thoughts  receive* 
Claim  me  £91-  thy  fervice,  claim 
All  I  have  and  all  I  am. 

Take  my  foul  and  body's  pow'rs  ; 

Take  my  mem'ry,  mind,  and  will ; 
All  my  goods,  and  all  my  hours, 

All  1  know,  and  all  I  feel ; 
All  I  think,  or  fpeak,  or  do  ; 
Take  my  heart ;  but  make  it  new  L. 

Now,  O  God,  thy  own  I  am  ! 

Now  I  give  thee  back  thy  own  ; 
Freedom,  friends,  and  health,  and  fame, 

Confecrate  to  thee  alone  : 
Thine  I  live,  thrice  happy  I ; 
Happier  ftili  if  thine  I  die ! 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

As  by  the  celeftial  hoft, 

Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done ; 

Praife  by  all  to  thee  be  giv'n, 

Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heav'n. 


86  PETITION. 

HYMN    LXXXV.     S.  M. 

1  TESU,  my  truth,  my  way, 
*$     My  fare  unerring  light, 

On  thee  my  feeble  Heps  I  ftay, 

Which  thou  wilt  guide  aright  „ 

2  My  wifdom  and  my  guide, 

My  counfejlor  thou  art : 
O  let  me  never  leave  thy  fide, 
Or  from  thy  paths  depart. 

3  I  lift  my  eyes  to  thee, 

Thou  gracious  bleeding  Lamb* 
That  I  may  now  enlighten'd  be, 
And  never  put  to  fhame. 

4  Never  will  I  remove 

Out  of  thy  hands  my  caufe, 
But  reft  in  thy  redeeming  love, 
And  hang  upon  thy  qrofs. ' 

5  Teach  me  the  happy  art, 

In  all  things  to  depend 

On  thee :   O  never,  Lord,  depart^ 

But  love  me  to  the  end. 

6  Still  ftir  me  up  to  ftrive 

With  thee  in  ftrength  divine  ; 
And  ev'ry  moment,   Lord,  revive 
This  fainting  foul  of  mine* 

7  Perfift  to  fave  my  foul 

Throughout  the  fi'ry  hour, 
Till  I  am  ev'ry  whit  made  whole, 
And  mew  forth  all  thy  pow'r, 
3        Through  fire  and  water  bring 
Into  the  wealthy  place; 


FETITION:  87 

And  teach  me  the  new  fong  to  fing, 
When  perfected  in  grace  ! 

9  O  make  me  all  like  thee, 

Before  I  hence  remove  : 
Settle,  confirm,  and  'ftabliih  me, 
And  build  me  up  in  love. 

10  Let  me  thy  witnefs  live, 

When  fm  is  all  deftroy'd  : 
And  then  my  fpotlefs  foul  receive, 
And  take  me  home  to  God. 

HYMN     LXXXVI.     Brentford, 
\        T     O,  in  thy  hand  I  lay, 

£  j    And  wait  thy  will  to  prove, 
My  potter,  ftamp  on  me  thy  clay, 
Thy  only  (lamp  of  love';: 
Be  this  my  whole  defire, 
I  know  that  it  is  thine  ; 
Then  kindle  in  my  foul  a  fire, 
Which  fhall  for  ever  fnine. 

2  Thy  gracious  readinefs 

To  fave  mankind  affert : 
Thy  image,  love,  thy  name  impreitf. 

Thy  nature  on  my  heart  1 
Bowels  of  mercy,  hear, 

Into  my  foul  come  down  ; 
Let  it  throughout  my  life  appear, 

That  I  have  Chrifl  put  on, 

3  O  plant  in  me  thy  mind  ! 
,  O  fix  in  me  thy  home  ! 

nil  I  cry  to  all  mankind, 
Come  to  the  water?,  come  \ 
H  2 


£8  PETITION. 

Jefus  is  full  of  grace : 
To  all  his  bowels  move  : 
Behold  in  me,   ye  fallen  race, 
That  God  is  only  love ! 

HYMN    LXXXVII.     L.  M. 

1  f~^\  RE.iT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim; 
VJT    Be  thou  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft! 
The  glories  that  compofe  thy  narr 

Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  m,j 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  juft  4rid  wife, 

Thou  art  my  Father,  and  my  God  ! 
And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties, 

Thy  fon,  thy  iervant,  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 

For  thee  I  long,  for  thee  I  look, 
As  travellers  in  thirfty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook. 

4  Even  life  itfelf,  without  thy  love, 

No  lading  plea fu re  can  afford  ; 
Yea,  't  would  a  tirefome  burden  prove, 
If  I  were  banihVd  from  thee,  Lord  ! 

5  I'll  lift  my  hands,   I'll  raife  my  voice, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife: 
This  work  fhall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  fpend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

H  Y  M  N    LXXXVIII.     L.  M. 

i    jf\  THOU,  to  whofe  all-fearching  fight, 
V./    The  darknefs  fhineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee ; 
O  burft  thefe  bonds, .  and  fet  it  free ! 


PETITION. 

2  WaPn  out  its  flains,  refine  its  drois, 
Nail  my  affe&ions  to  the  crofs  ! 
Hallow  each  thought ;  let  all  within 
Be  clean  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean, 

3  If  in  this  darkfome  wild  I  ftray, 

Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way ; 

No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  thou  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rifiog  floods  my  foul  o'erflow, 
When  finks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jefus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raife  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart, 

5  Saviour,  where'er  thy  fleps  I  fee, 
Dauntlefs,  untir'd  I  follow  thee  j 
O  let  thy  hand  fupport  me  ftili, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill ! 

6  li  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way, 
My  ttrength  proportion  to  my  day; 
Till  toil,  and  grief,   and  pain    :    II  ceafe, 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  j  <y     an<3     eace. 

HYMN    LXXX:  '.     L.  M. 

I     TESUS,  thouewrlaftm:    k 
J     Accept  the  tribute  wbi- 
Accept  thy  well-dtferv'd  re 
And  wear  our  praifes  as  thy  c 

l   Let  ev'ry  act  of  worfhfp  be 
Like  our  efpoufals,  Lord,  to 
L;ke  the  bled  hour,  when  fr<  i 
Ige  of 


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PETITION. 


3  The  gladnefs  of  that  happy  day, 
O  may  it  ever,  ever  ftay  ! 

Nor  let  our  faith  forfake  its  hold, 
Nor  hope  decline,  nor  love  grow  cold  .' 

4  Each  following  minute  as  it  flies, 
Increase  thy  praife,  improve  our  joys, 
Till  we  are  rais'd  to  fing  thy  name, 
At  the  great  fupper  of  the  Lamb. 

HYMN     XC.     PqffSom. 

1  f~^i  OME,  Lord,  from  above, 
\^/   The  mountains  remove, 

O'erturn  all  that  hinders  the  courfe  of  thy  love: 

My  bofom  infpire, 

Inkindle  the  fire, 
And  wrap  my  whole  foul  in  the  flames  of  defire. 

2  I  languid*  and  pine 
For  the  comfort  divine, 

O  when  mail  I  fay,  *'  my  beloved  is  mine  ? 
"  I  have  chofe  the  good  part, 
"  My  portion  thou  art,  [heart." 

(i  O   love   I   have  found  thee,   O  God  in  my 


3  For  this  my  heart  fighs, 

Nothing  elfe  can  fuflice  :  f price 

How,  Lord,  can  I  purchafe  the  pearl  of  great 

It  cannot  be  bought, 

And  thou  know'ft  I  have  nought, 
Not  an  adlion,  a  word,  or  a  truly  good  thought. 

4  But  I  hear  a  voice  fay, 
Without  money  you  may 

Receive  it,  whoever  hath  nothing  to  pay ; 


PETITION.  91 

Who  on  Jefus  relies, 
Without  money  or  price, 
The  pearl  of  forgivenefs  and  holinefs  buys. 

5  The  bleffing  is  free, 
So,  Lord,  let  it  be  : 

I  yield  that  thy  love  fhould  be  given  to  me,. 

I  freely  receive 

What  thou  freely  doft  give, 
And  confent  in  thy  love,  in  thine  Eden  to  live, 

6  1  he  gift  I  embrace, 
The  giver  I  praife, 

And  afcribe  my  falvation  to  Jefus's  grace  ; 

It  came  from  above, 

The  foretaflc  I  prove, 
And  I  foon  mail  receive  all  thy  fulnefs  of  lo\^| 

HYMN     XCI.     S.  M. 

1  A    ND  can  I  yet  dthy 
j[\.   My  little  all  to  give  ? 

To  tear  my  foul  from  earth  away, 

For  Jefus  to  receive  ? 

Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield ! 

I  can  hold  cut  no  mere ; 
I  fink,  by  dying  love  compell'd, 

And  own  thee  conqueror  ! 

2  Though  late  I  all  forfake, 
My  friends,  my  all  refign  : 

Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take, 

And  feal  me  ever  thine  ! 

Come  and  poffefs  me  whole, 

Nor  hence  again  remove  : 
Settle  and  fix  my  wav'ring  foul 

With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 


92  PETITION. 

3       My  one  defire  be  this, 

Thy  only  love  to  know ; 
To  feek  and  tafte  no  other  blifs, 

No  other  good  below. 

My  life,  my  portion  thon, 

Thou  all-fufficient  art, 
My  hope,  my  heav'nly  treafure,  now 

Enter  and  keep  my  heart! 

HYMN     XCII.     Shepherd  of  Ifrael 

1  rT^  HOU  Shepherd  of  Ifrael,  and  mine, 

X      The  joy  and  defire  of  my  heart, 
For  clofer  communion  I  pine, 
-"     I  long  to  refide  where  thou  art : 
The  pafture  I  languish  to  find, 

Where  all  who  their  fhepherd  obey, 
Are  fed,  on  thy  bofom  reclinM, 

And  fcreen'd  from  the  heat  of  the  day... 

2  AhJ   mew  me  that  happiefl:  place, 

That  place  of  thy  people's  abode, 
Where  faints  in  an  ecitacy  gaze, 

And  hang  on  a  crucify'd  God  : 
Thy  love  for  a  iinner  declare, 

Thy  paflion  and  death  on  the  tree  j 
My  fpirit  to  Calvary  bear, 

To  fuifer  and  triumph  with  thee. 

3  'Tis  there  with  the  lambs  of  thy  flock, 

There  only  I  covet  to  reft  ; 
To  lie  at  the  foot  of  the  rock, 
Or  rife  to  be  hid  in  thy  b^eaft: 


PETITION. 

'Tis  there  I  would  always  abide, 
And  never  a  moment  depart ; 

ConceaFd  in  the  cleft  of  thy  fide, 
Eternally  held  in  thy  heart. 

H  Y  M  N     XCIII.      Olney. 

JESUS,  my  Lord,  attend 
Thy  feeble  creature's  cry : 
And  (hew  thyfelf  the  finner's  friend. 
And  fet  me  up  on  high, 
From  hell's  oppreffive  pow'r 
My  ftruggling  foul  releafe  ; 
And  to  thy  Father's  grace  reflore  ;. 
And  to  thy  perfect  peace. 

Thy  blood  and  righteoufnefs 
I  make  my  only  plea  ; 
My  prefent  and  eternal  peace 

Are  both  deriv'd  from  the?. 
Rivers  of  life  divine 

From  thee,  their  fountain  flow  j 
And  all  who  know  that  love  of  thine,. 
The  joy  of  angels  know. 

Come  then,  impute,  impart 
To  me  thy  righteoufnefs, 
And  let  me  tafte  how  good  thou  art. 
How  full  of  truth  and  grace  . 
That  thou  canit  here  forgive, 
Grant  me  to  teftify, 
And  juftify'd  by  faith  to  live, 
And  in  that  faith  to  die. 


93 


94  PETITION. 

HYMN     XCIV.     C.  M. 

EING  of  beings,  God  of  love*, 
To  thee  our  hearts  we  raife  ; 
Thy  ail-fuftaining  power  we  provej- 
And  gladly  ling  thy  praife. 

2  Thine,  wholly  thine,  we  pant  to  be, 

Our  facririce  receive  ; 
Made  and  preferv'd,  and  fav'd  by  thee,. 
To  thee  ourfelves  we  give. 

3  Heav'n-ward  our  ev'ry  wifh  afpires, 

For  all  thy  mercy's  flore  : 
The  fole  return  thy  love  requires, 
Is  that  we  afk  for  more. 

4  For  more  we  afk :  we  open  then 

Our  hearts  t'  embrace  thy  will : 
Turn  and  beget  us,  Lord,  again  ; 
With  all  thy  fulnefs  fill. 

5  Come,  Holy  Ghoft,  the  Saviour's  lova 

Sh^ed  in  our  hearts  abroad  ! 
So  (hall  we  ever  live  and  move, 
And  be  with  Chrift  in  God. 

H  Y  M  N    XCV.    C.  M. 

SUN.  of  Righteoufnefs,  arife 
With  healing  in  thy  wing  I 
To  my  difeas'd,  my  fainting  foul, 
LifS  and  falvatioh  bring. 

Thefe  clouds  of  pride  and  fin  difpel 

By  thy  all  piercing  beam  ; 
Lighten  mine  eyes  with  faith,  my  heart 

With  holy  hope  inflame. 


PETITION.  95 

My  mind  by  thy  all  quick'ning  power 

From  low  dehres  fct  free  ; 
Unite  my  fcatter'd  thoughts,  and  fix 

My  lov;e  entire  on  thee. 

Father,  thy  long-loft  fon  receive-; 

Saviour,  thy  purchafe  own.; 
Bleft  comforter,  with  peace  and  joy 

Thy  new-made  creature  crown. 

Eternal,  undivided  Lord, 

Co-equal  One  in  Three, 
On  thee  all  faith,  all  hope  be  plac'd; 

All  love  be  paid  to  thee 

HYMN     CXVI.     Plymouth.. 

SON  of  God  thy  bleffing  grant* 
Still  fnpply  our  ev'ry  want ! 
Tree,  of  life,  thy  influence  fned, 
With  thy  fap  my  fpirit  feed. 

Tend  ita  branch,  alas  !  am  I, 
Wither  without  thee  and  die, 
Weak  as  helplefs  infancy  ; 
O  confirm  my  foul  in  thee. 

Unfuftain'd  by  thee  I  fall ; 
Send  the  help  for  which  I  call ; 
Weaker  than  a  bruifed  reed, 
Help  I  ev'ry  moment  need. 

All  my  hopes  on  thee  depend  ; 
Love  me,  fave  me  to  the  end  : 
Give  me  the  continuing  graced 
Take  the  efrerlafting  pr&ife, 
1 


96  PETITION. 

HYMN     XCVlI.      PlynrjutL 
ORD,  we  come  before  thee  now, 


JL-a 


At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow; 
O  !   do  not  our  fuit  difdain, 
Shall  we  feek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  I 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  fouls  depend. 
In  compnffion  now  defcend  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace. 
Tune  our  lips  to  fing  thy  praife. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  feek  thee,  here  we  flay  ; 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  bleffing  thou  bellow. 

4  Send  fome  mefiage  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  new  impart 

Full  falvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  tkofe  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 

Thofe  that  are  call  down,  lift  up ; 
Make  them  ftrong  in  faith  and  hope^ 

6  Grant  that  all  may  feek,  and  find 
Thee  a  gracious  God,  and  kind  ; 
Heal  the  fick,  the  captive  free  ; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

H  Y  M  N    XCVIII.     Wh'itefielV? 

I    pOME,  thou  Almighty  King, 

\^j    Help  us  thy  name  to  fing, 

Help  us  to  praife  !• 


PETITION.  97 


Father  all  gloricus, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  days. 

2  Jefus,  our  Lord,  arife, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  ma';e  them  jfallj 
Let  thine  almighty  aid 
Our  fure  defence  be  made, 
Our  loids  en  thee  be  flay'd ;  ■- 

Lord,  he?.?  our  call, 

3  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  f.vord, 

Our  pray'r  attend  : 
Come,  and  thy  people  blefs, 
And  give  thy  word  fi/.ccefs^ 
Spirit  of  taolinefs, 

On  us  defcend. 

4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  facved  witnefs  bear 

In  this  glad  hour  ; 
Thou  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  pow'r. 

y  To  the  great  One  in  Three 
Erernal  praifes  be, 

Hence — evermore  ! 
His  fov'reign  Majefty 
May  we  in  glory  fee, 
And  to  eternity, 

Lov?  and  adore. 


98  PETITION. 

II  Y  M  N    XCIX.     L.  M. 
F  him  who  did  falvation  bring, 


I  could  for  ever  think  and  fmg^ 
Arife,  ye  guilty,  he'll  forgive  ; 
Arife,  ye  needy,  he'll  relieve.    ' 

2  Afk  but  his  grace,  and  lo !   'tis  given : 
Afk,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven.;. 
Tho'  iki  and  forrow  wound  my  foul, 
Jefu,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 

3  To  fiiame  our  fins  he  blufiYd  in  bloqd, 
He  clos'd  his  eyes  to  fhew  us  God  ; 
Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know, 
That  none  but  God  fuch  love  can  jhow. 

'4  'Tis  thee  I  love,  for  thee  alone 

1  fhed  my  tears  and  make  my  moan  j 
Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
I  meet  the  obja6l  of  my  love. 

5  Infatiate  to  this  fpring  I  ifly  ; 
I  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry  $ 
Ah  !   who  againfl.  thy  charms  is  proof? 
Ah  !  who  that  loves,  can  love  enough  ? 

HYMN     C.      Funeral. 

I    1  r  "3T  OW  tedious  and  taftelefe  the  hours, 
JlJL    When  Jefus  no  longer  I  fee  ; 
Sweet  profpects,  fweet  birds,  and  fweet  flow'rs* 

Have  all  loll  their  fweetnefs  to  me  : 
The  midfummer  fun  Chines  but  dim,  j 

The  fields  drive  in  vain  to  look  gay; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him  , 

December's  as  pleafant  as  May. 


PETITION?.  99 

His  name  yields  the  jrwheft  perfume, 

And  fwectcr  tnan  mufic  his  voice  ; 
His  prefertcc  diiperfes  my  glootfi, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 
I  fhonld,  where  lie  always  thus  nigb2 

Have  nothing  to  wiih  or  to  reapj 
No  mortal  fo  happy  as  I, 

My  fu miner  would  laft  all-  the  year. 
Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pteafnre  rehgn'd  ; 
No  changes  of  feafon  cr  place 

Would  make  ar.y  change  in  my  mind  ; 
While  blefs'd  v:h\\  a  fenfe  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear : 
And  prifons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jefils  would  dwell  with  me  there. 
Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  then  art  my  fun  and  my  Ton g  : 
Say,  why  do  I  lariguifh  and  pine? 

And  why  are  my  winters  fo  long  ? 
O  drive  thefe  dark  clouds  from  my  fkft 

Thy  foul-cheering  prefence  reitore ; 
Or  take  me  to  thee  up  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 
-  H  Y  M  N      CI.     8ti  Petef%. 

COME,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blefliflCf, 
Tune- my  heart  to  fitjg  thy  gipace^l 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceaimg, 

Call  for  fongs  of  loudeft  praife ; 
Teach  me  fome  melodious  fonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praife  the  mount — I'm  iix'd  upon  it,. 
Mount  of  thy  redeeming  [ove  ! 

I   2 


ICO  PETITION. 

2  Hear  I'll  raife  mine  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleafure 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jefus  fought  me  when  a  ftranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God: 
He  to  refcue  me  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  his  precious  blood  ! 

3  O  !  to  grace  hew  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  conftrain'd  to  be  ! 
JLet  thy  goodnefs,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee  ; 
Prone  to  wander,   Lord,  I  feel  it ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heajrt,  O  take  and  feal  it:   . 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 

HYMN    CII.     L.  M. 
ESUS,  from  whom  all  bltrflings  fio\Vj 
Great  builder  of  thy  church  below, 
If  now  thy  Spirit  moves  my  breaft, 
Hear  and  fulfil  thine  own  requeft. 

2  The  few  that  truly  call  thee  Lord, 
And  wait  thy  fanctifying  word, 
And  thee  their  utmoit  Saviour  own, 
Unite  and  perfect  them  in  one. 

3  O  let  them  a!l  thy  mind  esprefs, 
Stand  forth  thy  chofen  wjtnefies  ; 
Thy  power  unto  falvation  fiiow, 

•   And  perfect,  holinefs. below. 

4  In  them  let  all  mankind  behold. 
How  chriilians  liv'd  in  days  of  old ; 


PETITION.  IOI 

Mighty  their  envicus  foes  to  move, 
A  proverb  of  reproach — and  love. 

5  O  might  my  lot  be  call  with  thefe, 
The  lcaft  of  Jcfu's  witneffcs  ! 

O  rhat  my  Lord  would  count  me  meet : 
To  wafli  his  dear  difciples'  feet ! 

6  This  only  thing  do  I  require ; 

Thou  know'ft  'tis  al)  my  heart's  defire, 
Freely  what  I  receive  to  give. 
The  fervant  of  thy  church  to  live  : 

7  After  my  lowly  Lord  to  go, 
And  wait  upon  thy  faints  beiow, 
Enjoy  the  grace  to  angels  giv'n,     , 
And  ferve  the  royal  heirs  of  heav'Y., 

'S  Lord,  if  I  now  thy  drawings  feel;, 
And  aifc  according  to  thy  will ; 
Confirm  the  pray'r,  the  feal  impart, 
And  (peak  the  anfwer  to  my  hearto 

9  Tell  me,  or  thou  fhalt  never  go, 

"  Thy  pray'r  is  heard  ;  it  (hall  be  fo." 
The  words  have  pafs'd  thy  lips,  and  1 
Shall  with  thy  people  live  and  die. 

H  Y  M  N     CITI.     'gmjivooJ. 
I    IT?  VER  fainting  with  defire, 
JL    For  thee,  OChrift,   I  call ! 
Thee  I  reftfcfsry  require, 

I  want  my  God,  my  All. 
Jefu,    dear  redeeming  Lord, 

I  wait  thy  coming  from  above  : 
Help  me,    Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 
nc  in  love. 


T02  PETITION, 

2  Wilt  thou  Met  me  to  go 

Lamenting  all  my  days-? 
Shall    I  never,  never  know 

Thy  fanctifying  grace  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  the  light  afford, 

The  darkneifs  from  my  foul  remove  ? 
Help  me,  Saviour,  fpeak  the  word  ; 

And  perfeel  me  in  love. 

3  Lord,  if  I  on  thee  believe, 

The  feeond  gift  impart; 
With  th'  indwelling  fpirit.give 

A  new,  a' contrite  heart  : 
If  with  love  thy  heart  is  ftor'd, 

If  now  o'er  me  thy  bowels  move, 
Help  me,   Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 

And  perfecT  me  in  love. 

4  Let  me  gain  my  calling's  hope, 

O  make  the  firmer  clean  1 
Dry  corruption's  fountain  up* 

Cut  on  tii'  entail  of  fin  : 
Take  rhe  into  thee,  my  Lord, 

And  I  /hall  then  no  longer  rove1: 
Help  me,  Saviour,  fpeak  the  word* 

And  perfect  me  in  love. 

5  Thou,  my  life,  my  treafure  bz9' 

My  poition  here  below  i 
Nothing  would  I  feek  but  thee, 

Thee  only  would  I  know : 
My  exceeding  great  reward, 

My  heav'n  on  earth,  my  heav'n  abo 
Help  me,  Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 

And  perfeft  me  in  loye. 


,  PETITION.  IO3 

6  Grant  me  now  the  blifs  to  fed 

Of  thofe  that  arc  in  theej 
Son  of  God,  thyfelf  reveal, 

Engrave  thy  name  on  me; 
As  in  heav'n  be  here  ador'd, 

And  let  me  now  the  promife  prove  j 
Help  me,  Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 

And  perfect  me  in  love. 

HYMN    CIV.     C.  M. 

1  "]%  /T  Y  God,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine, 
jLVJL    And  will  not  quit  my  claim, 
Till  all  I  have  is  loft  in  thine, 

And  all  renew'd  I  a.m. 

2  I  hold  thee  with  a  trembling  hand,, 

And  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  fteadfailly  by  faith  I  (land, 
And  all  thy  godfclnefs  know. 

3  Jefu,  thine  all  victorious  love 

Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  ! 
Then  (hall  my  feet  no  longer  rove; 
Rooted  and  fix'd  in  God. 

j.  O  that  in  me  the  facred  fire 
Might  now  begin  to  glow  ! 
Burn  up  the  drois  of  bafe  defire, 
And  make  the  mountains  flow  I 

J  O  that  it  now  from  heav'n  might  fall, 
And  all  my  fins  confume  : 
Come,  Holy  Gh  oft,  for  thee  I  call; 
Spirit  of  burning,  come. 


?GfcJ  PETITION, 

6   Refining  (ire,  go  through  my  heart, 
Illuminate  my  foul  ; 
Scatter  thy  life  through  ev'ry  part, 
And  fanetify  the  whole. 

1   Sorrow  andiin  mall  then  expire, 
When  enter' d  into  reft  ; 
I  only  live  my  God  i!  admire, 
My  God  for  ever  bleft. 

8   My  fteadfaft  foul*  from  falling  free, 
Shall  then  no  longer  move  ; 
But  Cllriit  be  all  the  world  to  me, 
And  all  my  heart  be  love. 

H  Y  M  N  •    CV.      Shepherd  cj  Ifracl 

I    ~\1\T  HAT  row  is  my  object  and  aim  ? 
V  v       What  now  is  my  hope  and  deHre  ? 
To  follow  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

And  after  his  image  -afpirs  :    , 
My  hope  is  all  center'd  in  thee  ; 

I  trull  to  recover  thy  love  ; 
On  earth  thy  falvation  to  fee, 
And  then  to  enjoy  thee  above, 

t   I  third  for  a  life-giving  God, 

A  God  that  on  Calvary  dy'd  ; 
A  fountain  of  water  and  blood, 

Which  gufhM  from  Imrrranuel's  ndea 
I  gafp  for  the  dream  of  thy  love, 

The  (pint  of  rapture  unknown  ; 
And  then  to  re-drink  it  above, 

Internally  frefli  from  the  thwjfis* 


J 


PETITION.  1^5 

H  Y   M  N     CVI.      Bradford. 

ESU,  thy  boundlcfs  bve  to  me 
No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  declare  ; 
O  knit  my  thankful  heart  to  thee,  / 

And  re(gn  without  a  rival  there  i 
Thine  wholly;   thine  islone  I  am; 
15e  thou  alone  my  conflant  flame  ! 

2   C  grint  tliat  nothing  in  my  foul 

May  dwell,  but  thy  pure  love  a>one  ! 

O  may  thy  love  poffefs  me  whole  ! 

My  joy,   my  treafure,   and  my  crown  ; 

Strange  flames  far  from  my  heart  remove  ; 

My  ev'ry  a6l,  word,  thought,  be  love. 

;    O  love,  how  cheering  is  thy  ray  ! 

All  pain  before  thy  prefence  flics  -} 
Care,  angulfh,  forrow,   melt  away, 

Where'er  thy  healing  beams  a,;fc: 
O  Jefu,  nothing  may  I  fee, 
Nothing  defire  or  feek  but  thee  1 

4  Unweary'd  may  I  this  purfue, 

Dauntlefs  to  the  high  prize  afpire  ; 
Hourly  within  my  foul  renew 

This  holy  flame,  this  heav'nly  fire  ; 
And  day  and  night  be  all  my  care 
To  guard  this  facred  treafure  there. 

5'  O  that  I  as  a  little  child 

May  fallow  thee  and  never  reft, 
Till  fweetly  thou  haft  breath'd  thy  r: . 

And  lowly  mind  into  my  b\x. 
Not  ever  may  v.  e  parted  be, 
jTi  I  I  become  pne  fpiVl  with  thes. 


100  PETITION. 

6  Still  let  thy  love  point  out  my  way  ; 

How  wond'rousthingsthy  love  hath  wrought'! 
Still  lead  me  left  I  go  aftray; 

Dired  my  word,  infpire  my  thought ; 
A  nd  If  I  fall,  foon  may  I  hear 
Thy  voice,  and  know  that  love  is  near. 

7  In  fuff'ring,  be  thy  love  my  peace, 

In  weaknefs,  be  thy  love  my  pow'r, 
And  when  the  ftorms  of  life  mall  ceaftj 

Jefu,  in  that  important  hour, 
In  death,  as  life,  be  thou  my  guide, 
And  fave  me,  who  for  me  haft  dy'd. 

H  Y  M  N    CVII.     L.  M. 

OLY,  and  true,  and  righteous  Lord, 
1  wait  to  prove  thy  perfect  will ; 
Be  mindful  of  thy  gracious  word, 
And  ftamp  me  with  thy  Spirit's  feal. 

2  Open  my  faith's  interior  eye  : 

Diiplay  thy  glory  from  above  ; 
And  all  I  am  (hall  link  and  die, 
Loft  in  aftomfhment  and  love. 

3  Confound,  o'erpow'r  me  by  thy  grace; 

I  would  be  by  my  felf  abhorr'd  j 
All  might,  all  majefty,  all  praife, 
All  glory  be  to  Chriil  my  Lord  i 

4  Now  let  me  gain  perfection's  height ; 

Now  let  me  into  nothing  fall, 
As  lefs  than  nothing  in  my  fight, 
And  feel  that  Chrift  is  all  in  all ! 


PETITION.  I07 

HYMN     CVIII.      Hotham. 

1  Q  AVIOUR  of  the  fin-fick  foul, 

)^3    Give  me  faith  to  make  me  whole  : 
Finifli  thy  great  work  of  grace  ! 
Cut  it  fhort  in  rightcoufnefs. 

2  Speak  the  fecond  time,  "  Be  clean  I* 
Take  away  my  inbred  an  ; 

Ev'ry  ftumbling-block  remove  ; 
Caft  it  out  by  perfect  love, 

3  Nothing  lefs  will  I  require, 
Nothing  more  can  I  defire  : 
None  but  Chrift  to  me  be  giv'n  ; 
None  but  Chrift  in  earth  or  heav'n. 

4  O  that  I  might  now  decreafe  ! 
O  that  all  I  am  might  ceafe  ! 
Let  me  into  nothing:  fall ! 
Let  my  Lord  be  all  in  all ! 

HYMN     CIX.     C.  M. 

1  T"     ORD,  1  believe  a  reft  remaiils 
%  j    To  all  thy  people  known  ; 

A  reft  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns* 
And  thou  art  lov'd  alone. 

2  A  reft  where  all  our  foul's  defire 

Is  hVd  on  things  above  ; 
Where  fear,  and  fin,  and  grief  expire," 
Caft  out  by  perfect  love. 

3  O  that  I  now  the  reft  might  know, 

Believe  and  enter  in  ! 
Now,  Saviour,  now  the  pow'r  beilow. 
And  let  me  ceafe  from  fin. 
K 


IC8  PETITION-. 

4  Remove  tins  hardnefs  fron  my heart, 

This  unbelief  remove  ; 
To  me  the  reft  of  faith  impart, 
The  fabbath  of  thy  love. 

5  I  would  be  thine,  thou  know'fl:  I  would, 

And  have  thee  all  my  own  ; 
Thee,  O  my  all-fufficient  good, 
I  want,  and  thee  alone- 

6  Thy  name  to  me,  thy  nature  grant  r 

This  only  this  be  giv'n  ; 
Nothing  befide  my  God  I  want, 
Nothing  in  eavth  or  heav'n. 

7  Come,  O  my  Saviour,  ccme  away, 

Into  my  iojl  defcend  ! 
No  longer  frr.n  thy  creature  flay, 

My  author  and  my  end  ! 
S  Come  Fatlitr,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoit, 

And  fe?.l  me  thine  abode  ; 
Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  loft-, 

3Let  all  be  loll  in  God  ! 

HYMN    CX.     C.  M. 
JOYFUL  found  of  gofpel-grace, 
Chriil  mall  in  me  appear ! 
I,  even  I,  mall  fee  his  face  ; 

I  fhall  be  holy  here. 
The  glorious  crown  of  righteoiifnef5 

To  me  reach'd  cut  I  view  ; 
Con-  ".'ror  through  him,  I  loon  (hall  feize 

Ai.,1  wear  it  as  my  due. 
The  promsVd  land  from  Pifgah's  top 

I  new  e&nJt  to  fee ; 
My  hope  is  full  (O  glorious  hope) 
-  Of  intfncFtality. 


PETITION. 

4  He  vifits  now  this  houfe  of  clay  ; 

He  (hakes  his  future  home  : 
O  wouldft  thou,  Lord,  on  this  glad  day, 
Into  thy  temple  come. 

5  With  me,  I  know,  I  feel  thou  art, 

But  this  cannot  fufrice, 
Unlefs  thou  planted  in  my  heart 
A  conftant  paradife. 

6  My  earth  thou  wat'reft  from  en  high, 

But  make  it  all  a  pool: 
Spring  up,  O  well,  I  ever  cry, 
Spring  up  within  my  foui. 

-.    Come,  O  my  God,  thyfelf  reveal ! 
Fill  all  this  mighty  void  : 
Thou  only  canft  my  fpirit  fill ; 
Come,  O  my  God,  my  God.i 

$   Fulfil,  fulfil  my  large  dciires, 
Large  as  infinity  ; 
Give,  give  me  all  my  foul  requires, 
Allj  all  that  is  in  thee  ] 


109 


H  Y  ML  N     CXL     C.  M. 

1  JESUS  hath  dy'd  that  I  might  live; 
J    Might  live  to  God  alone  ; 

In  him  eternal  life  receive, 
And  be  in  fpirit  one. 

2  Saviour,  I  thank  thee  for  the  grace, 

The  gift  unfpeakable  ; 

wait  with  arms  of  faith  t'  embrace,, 
v   \all  thy  love  to  feel. 


HO  PETITION.        \ 

3  My  foul  breaks  out  in  ftrong  defn\     - 

The  perfect  blifs  to  prove  ; 
My  longing  heart  is  all  on  fire, 
To  be  diffolv'd  in  love. 

4  Give  me  thyfelf,  from  ev'ry  boaft, 

From  ev'ry  fin  fet  free  ; 

Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  loft, 

But  give  thyfelf  to  me. 

5  Thy  gifts,  alas  !  cannot  fuffice, 

Unlefs  thyfelf  be  giv'n  ; 
Thy  prefence  makes  my  paradife, 
And  where  thou  art  is  heav'n  ! 

HYMN     CXII.     Smiihfeldh. 

i    r  |  ""  HOU  great  myfterious  God  unknown, 
I       Whofe  love  hath  gently  led  me  on, 
Ev'n  from  my  infant  days  j 
Mine  inmoll  foul  expofe  to  view, 
And  tell  me  if  I  never  knew 
Thy  juftifying  grace. 

2  If  I  have  only  known  thy  fear, 
And  follow"d  with  an  heart  fincere3 

Thy  drawing  from  above; 
Now,  now  the  farther  grace  beftow, 
And  let  my  fprinkled  confcience  know* 

Thy  fvvetrt  forgiving  love. 

3  Short  of  thy  love  I  would  not  ftop, 
A  ftran^er  to  the  gofpel  hope, 

The  fenfe  of  fin  forgiv'n  : 
I  would  not,  Lord,  my  foul  deceive, 
Without  thy  inward  witnefs  live, 

That  antepaft  of  heav'n. 


PETITION.  HI 

4  if  now  the  witnefs  were  in  me, 
Would  he  not  teftify  of  thee, 

In  Jefus  reconcil'd  ; 
And  mould  I  not  with  faith  draw  nigh, 
And  boldly,  Abba,  Father,  cry, 

I  know  rr.yfelf  thy  child  ? 

5  Ah  !  never  let  thy  ferv.nt  reft, 
Till  of  my  part  in  Chriil  pofiefs'd 

I  on  thy  mercy  feed  : 
Unworthy  of  the  crumbs  that  fail, 
Yet  rais'd  by  him  who  cy'd  for  all, 

To  eat  the  children's  bread. 

6  Whate'er  obflrucxs  thy  pard'niag  love, 
Or  fin,  or  righteoufnefs,  remove, 

Thy  glory  to  difplay : 
Mine  heart  of  unbelief  convince, 
And  now  abfolve  me  from  my  lins, 

And  take  them  all  away. 

H  Y  M  N    CXIII.     L.  M. 

Y  hope,  my  All,  my  Saviour  thou, 
To  thee,  lo  i  now  my  foul  I  bow  * 
I  feel  the  bliis  thy  wounds  impart, 
I  find  thee,  Saviour,  in  my  heart. 

2  Be  thou  my  ftrength,  be  thou  my  way, 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  fhoart  day  ; 
In  all  my  acts  may  wifdcm  guide, 
And  keep  me,  Saviour,  neqjj  thy  iide. 

3  Correct,  reprove,  and  comfort  me ; 
As  I  have  need,  my  Saviour  be  : 

.  if  I  would  from  thee  dep  rt, 
.  iov.r,  to  thy  !■• 

K    2 


12  PETITION. 

In  fierce  temptation's  darkeft  hour, 
Save  me  from  fin  and  Satan's  pow'r  ; 
Tear  every  idol  from  thy  throne, 
And  reign  my  Saviour — reign  alone. 

My  fuff'ring  time  mall  foon  be  o'er, 
Then  (hall  1  figh  and  weep  no  more  : 
My  ranfom'd  foul  fhall  foar  away. 
To  fmg  thy  praife  in  endlefs  day. 

HYMN    CXIV.    C.  M.. 


1  TESUS,  the  all-fuftaining  Word, 
J    My  fallen  fpirit's  hope, 
After  thy  lovely  likenefs,  Lord, 

O  when  mall  I  wake  up  ? 

2  Thou,  O  my  God,  thou  only  art 

The  life,  the  truth,  the  way  ; 
Quicken  my  foul,  inftruiSt  my  heart,. 
My  finking  footfteps  ft  ay. 

3  Of  all  thou  haft  in  earth  below, 

In  heav'n  above  to  give, 
Give  me  thine  only  felf  to  know,  . 
In  thee  to  walk  and  live. 

4  Fill  me  with  all  the  life  of  love, 

In  myft'c  union  join 
Me  to  thyfelf,  and  let  me  prove 
The  fellowship  divine. 

5  Open  the  intercourfe  between 

My  longing  foul  and  thee, 
Never  to  be  broke  off  again 
Through  all  eternity. 


PETITION.  113 

HYMN    CXV.     C.  M. 

f    I     TOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below, 
JL  X    How  falfe,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  pleafure  hath  its  poifon  too, 
And  ev'ry  fweet  a  fnare. 

2  The  brighteft  things  below  the  iky 

Give  but  a  flatt'ring  light  ; 
We  mould  fufpeft  fome  danger  nigh, 
WThere  we  poffefs  delight. 

3  Our  deareft  joys,  and  neareft  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God  ! 

4  The  fondnefs  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  ftrong  it  ftrikes  the  fenfe  ! 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  foul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  ail  created  good. 

HYMN     CXVI.      Pajfion. 

1  A>    LL  ye  that  pafs  by, 

jT"^   To  Jefus  draw  nigh  ; 

To  you  is  it  nothing  that  Jefus  mould  die  r 
Your  ranfom  and  peace, 
Your  furety  he  is, 

Come  fee  if  there  ever  was  forrow  like  his. 


114  PETITION. 

2  For  what  you  have  done, 
His  blood  muft  atcr.e  ; 

The  Father  hath  punim'd.  for  you,  his  dear  Sen. 

The  Lord  in  the  day 

Of  his  anger,  did  lay 
Your  fins  on  the  La|j|,  and  he  bore  them  away. 

3  He  anfwerd  fofy-all, 
O  come  at  his  call, 

And  low  at  his  crofs  with  aftonifhment  fall. 

But  lift  up  your  eyes 

At  Jefus's  cries, 
Impafiive  he  fuffers,  immortal  he  dies. 


4  He  dies  to  atone 

For  fins  not  his  own,  [done. 

Your  debt  he  hath  paid,  and  your  work  he  hath 

Ye  all  may  receive 

The  peace  he  did  leave, 
Who  made  intercemon,  "  My  Father,  forgive." 

5  For  you  and  for  me 
He  pray'd  on  the  tree  ; 

His  prayer  is  accepted,  the  finner  is  free. 

The  finner  am  I, 

Who  on  Jefus  rely, 
And  come  for  the  pardon  God  cannot  deny. 

6  My  pardon  I  claim, 
For  a  finner  I  am, 

A  finner  believing  in  jefus's  name. 

He  purchased  the  grace. 

Which  now  I  embrace; 
O  Father,  thou  knoVft  he  hath  dy'd  in  my  ;:lao? < 


FETITION.  115 

7        His  death  is  my  plea,  W 

My  advocate  fee,  [me  : 

And  hear  the  blood  fpeak  that  hath  anfvvev'd  for 
Acquitted  I  was 
When  lie  bled  on  the  crofs, 

And  by  lofing  his  life  he  halh  carry'd  my  caufe. 

HYMN    CXVm    L.  M. 

1  TTT  HEN,  gracious  Lord,  when  fhall  it  be,, 

V  V      That  I  (hall  find  my  all  in  thee  ? 
The  fulnefs  of  thy  promife  prove, 

The  feal  of  thine  eternal  love  ? 

2  A  poor  blind  child  I  wander  here, 
If  happ'ly  I  may  feel  thee  near  : 

0  dark  !  dark  !  dark !  I  Hill  muft  fay, 
Amidft  the  blaze  of  gofpel-day. 

3  Thee,  only  thee,  I  fain  would  find, 
And  call;  the  world  and  flefh  behind  : 
Thou,  only  thou,  to  me  be  giv'n, 
Of  all  thou  haft  in  earth  or  heav'n. 

4.  When  from  the  arm  of  flcfh  fet  free, 
Jefu,  my  foul  (hall  fly  to  thee  : 
Jefu,  when  I  have  loft  my  all, 

1  fhall  upon  thy  bofom  fall. 

HYMN     CXVIII.     L.  M. 

I    "TXT Horn  man  forfakes  thou  wilt  not  leave,, 

V  V      Ready  the  outcafts  to  receive  ; 
Though  all  my  fimplenefs  I  own, 

And  all  my  faults  to  thee  are  known. 


l6  PETITION. 

Ah  therefore  did  I  ever  doubt  ? 
Thou  wilt  in  no  wife  call  me  out, 
An  helplefs  foul  that  comes  to  thee* 
With  only  fin  and  mifery. 

Lord,  I  am  fick  my  ficknefs  cure,: 
I  want,  do  thou^rich  the  poor : 
Under  thy  mighty  hand  I  ftoop  :. 
O  lift  the  abjedt  finner  up  ! 

Lord,  I  am  blind,  be  thou  my  fight ! 
Lord,  I  am  weak,  be  thou  my  might  i 
A  helper  of  the  helplefs  be, 
And  let  me  find  my  all  in  thee  ! 

HYMN    CXIX.     G.  M. 

JESLTS,  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
Difplay  thy  favirig  pow'r  ; 
Thy  mercy  let  thefe  out  carts  find, 
And  know  their  gracious  hour. 

5   Ah  !  give  them,  Lord,  a  longer /pace* 
Nor  fuddenly  confume  ; 
But  let  them  take  the  proffer' d  grace, 
And  flee  the  wrath  to  come. 

5  O  wouldft  thou  caft  a  pitying  look 
(All  goodnefs  as  thou  art) 
Like  that  which  faithlefs  Peter's  broke, 
On  each  obdurate  heart ! 

l  Who  thee  beneath  their  feet  have  trodv 
And  crucify'd  afrefh, 
Touch  with  thine  all  victorious  blood, 
Asd  turn  the  ftone  to  flefrn 


PETITION. 


"7 


Open  their  eyes,  and  ears,  to  fee 

Thy  crofs,  to  hear  thy  cries : 
Sinner,  thy  Saviour  weeps  for  thee, 

For  thee  he  weeps  and  dies. 

All  the  day  long  he  meekly  {lands 

His  rebels  to  receive, 
And  C'ews  his  wounds,  and  fpreads  his  hands, 

And  bids  you  turn  and  live. 

Turn,  and  your  fins  of  deepeft  die 

He  will  with  blood  efface  ; 
Even  now  he  waits  the  blood  t*  apply, 

Be  fav'd,  be  fav'd  by  grace. 

Be  fav'd  from  hell,  from  fin  and  fear  ; 

He  fpeaks  you  now  forgiv'n  ; 
Walk  before  God,  be  perfect  here, 

And  then  come  up  to  heav'n. 

H  Y  M  N     CXX.      U2tk  Pfalm. 

GOD  of  good,  thfl  unfathom'd  fea, 
Who  would  not  give  his  heart  to  thee  i 
Who  would  not  love  thee  with  his  might  * 
3  Jcfu,  lover  of  mankind, 
Eho  would  not  his  whole  foul  and  mind^ 
With  all  his  ftrength  to  thee  unite  ? 

Thou  fhin'fc  with  everlafting  rays  ; 
lefore  th'  unfuffernble  blaze, 

Angels  with  both  wings  veil  their  eyes; 
let  f,:e  as  air  thy  bounty  flreams 
)n  all  thy  works :  thy  mercy's  beams 
■  as  the  fun's,  arife. 


H8  PETITION. 

*  Aftonifli'd  at  thy  frowning  brow,  - 

Earth,  hell,  and  heavVs  ftrong  pillars  bow, 

Terrible  majefty  is  thine  ! 
Who  then  can  that  vaft  love  exprefs, 
Which  bows  thee  down  to  me,  who  le is 

Then  nothing  am,  till  thou  art  mine  ! 
4  High  thron'd  on  heav'n's  eternal  hill,  . 
In  number,  weight,  and  meafure  ftill, 

Thou  fweetly  order'ft  all  that  is  : 
And  yet  thou  deign'ft  to  come  to  me, 
And  guide  my  fteps,  that  I  with  thee 

Enthron'd  may  reign  in  endlefs  bills. 

HYMN     CXXI.      Pqffloh. 

i    (~\  JESUS,  my  reft, 

\J    How  unfpeakably  bleft 
Is  the  finner  that  comes  to  be  hid  in  thy  breaft 

2  I  come  at  thy  call, 
At  thy  feet  do  I  fall, 

And  believe  and  confefs  thee  my  God  and  my  All 

3  Thou  art  Mary's  good  part, 
The  thing  needful  thou  art, 

The  defire  of  my  eyes,  and  the  joy  of  my  hear* 

4  My  comfort  and  flay, 
My  life  and  my  way, 

My  crown  of  rejoicing  in  that  happy  day. 

5  Health,  pardon,  and  peace 
In  thee  I  poffefs  ; 

I  can  have  nothing  more,  I  will  have  nothing  le; 

6  I  ftand  in  thy  might, 
I  walk  in  thy  light, 

And  all  heav'n  I  claim  in  thy  God-givmg  ng 


PETITION.  Tip 

HYMN    CXXII.     L.  M. 

For  more  Labourers. 

JESU,  thy  wand'ring  fheep  behold  ! 
See,  Lord,  with  yearning  bowels  fee. 
Poor  fouls  that  cannot  find  the  fold, 

Till  fought  and  gather'd  in  by  thee. 
Loll  are  they  now,  and  fcatter'd  wide, 

In  pain,  and  wearinefs,  and  want; 
With  no  kind  Shepherd  near  to  guide 

The  fick,  and.  fpiritlefs,  and  faint. 
Thou,  only  thou,  the  kind  and  good, 

And  fheep-redeeming  Shepherd  art ; 
Collect  thy  flock,  and  give  them  food, 

And  paftors  after  thme  own  heart. 
Give  the  pure  word  of  general  grace, 

And  great  mail  be  the  preachers'  crowd : 
Preachers  who  all  the  fmful  race, 

Point  to  the  all-atoning  blood. 
Open  their  mouth  and  utt'rance  give, 

Give  them  a  trumpet  voice  to  call 
A  world,  who  all  may  turn  and  live, 

Through  faith  in  him  who  dy'd  for  all. 
In  ev'ry  meflenger  reveal 

The  grace  they  preach  divinely  free ; 
That  each  may  by  thy  Spirit  tell, 

"  He  dy'd  for  all  who  dy'd  for  me." 
A  double  portion  from  above 

Of  that  all-quick'ning  Spirit  impart  3 
Shed  forth  thine  universal  love 

-In  ev'ry  faithful  Paitcr's  heart, 
L 


3  20  PETITION. 

8  Thy  only  glory  let  them  feek, 

O  let  their  hearts  with  love  overflow  5 

Let  them  believe,  and  therefore  fpeak, 

And  fpread  thy  mercy's  praife  below, 

HYMN    CXXIII.    S.  M., 
Nctivity-Hymn. 

FATHER,  our  hearts  we  lift 
Up  to  tby  gracious  throne, 
And  thank  thee  for  the  precious  gift 
Of  thine  incarnate  Son  ; 

The  gift  unfpeakahle 
We  thankfully  receive, 
And  to  the  world  thy  goodnefs  tell, 
And  to  thy  glory  live. 

2  Jefus  the  holy  child 
Doth  by  his  birth  declare, 

That  Gcd  and  rr.an  are  reconciled, 

And  one  in  him  we  are : 

Salvation  through  his  name 

To  all  mankind  is  given, 
And  loud  his  infant-cries  proclaim, 

A  peace  'twixt  earth  and  heaven. 

3  A  peace  on  earth  he  brings, 
Which  never  more  fhall  end: 

The  Lord  of  hefts,  the  King  of  kings? 
Declares  himfelf  our  friend  : 
A  {fumes'  cur  flefh  and  blood, 
That  we  his  Spirit  may  gain  : 

The  everlafting  Son  of  God, 
The  mortal  Son  of  man. 

4  His  kingdom  from  above 
He  doth  to  us  impart, 


PETTTION.  121 


And  pure  benevolence  and  love 
OVrflow  the  faithful  heart : 
Chan^'d  in  a  moment,  we 
The  fweet  attraction  find, 

With  open  arms  of  charity 
Embracing:  all  mankind. 


'o 


O  might  they  all  receive 

The  new-born  Prince  of  Peace, 
And  meekly  in  his  fp:r;t  live, 

And  in  his  love  increafe  ! 

Till  he  convey  ns  home, 

Cry  ev'ry  foul  aloud, 
Come,  thou  deGre  of  nations,  come,. 

And  take  us  up  to  God. 

HYMN    CXXIV.     S.  M, 

For  more  Laboziren. 

O  R  D  of  the  harveft,  hear 
Thy  needy  fervants'  cvy, 
Anfwer  our  faith's  effectual  pray'c* 
And  all  our  wants  fupply. 

2  On  thee  we  humbly  wait, 

Our  wants  are  in  thy  view  : 
The  harveft:,  truly,  Lord,  is  great, 
The  labourers  are  few. 

3  Convert  and  fend  forth  more 

Into  thy  church  abroad, 
And  Jet  them  fpeak  thy  word  of  pcwV 
As  workers  with  their  God. 

4  Give  the  pure  gofpel-word, 

The  word  of  gen'ral  grace;- 


122  PETITION, 

There  let  them  preach  the  common  Lord^ 

Saviour  of  human  race. 
5  O  let  them  fpread  thy  name, 

Their  million  fully  prove, 
Thy  univerfal  grace  proclaim, 

Thine  all-redeeming  love. 

HYMN     CXXV.     L.  M. 
For  afick  P  erf  on. 

1  QJ  E  E,  gracious  Lord,  with  pitying  eyes,, 
O    Beneath  thy  hand  a  fuff  'rer  lies, 
Thy  mercy,  not  thine  anger,  proves ; 
And  fick  is  he  whom  Jefus  loves. 

2  His  to  thine  own  afflictions  join, 
Accept,  exalt,  and  call  them  thine  : 
Thy  paflion  which  remains,  fulfil, 
And  fuffer  in  thy  members  ftill. 

3  His  ficknefs  feel,  endure  his  pain, 
His  burden  bear,  his  crofs  fuflain  : 
Grieve  in  his  griefs,  and  figh  his  fighs, 
And  breathe  his  wifhes  to  the  fkies. 

4  Enter  his  heart,  poffefs  him  whole, 
Infpire  and  actuate  his  foul ; 
Himfelf  no  longer  let  it  be, 

That  fuffers,  or  that  lives,  but  thee.   " 

5  Thyfelf  through  fuff 'rings  perfect,  made, 
Conform  him  thus  to  thee  his  head  ; 
Refine,   and  raife  his  virtue  high'r, 
When  try'd  and  purify'd  by  fire. 

6  So  when  his  eyes  behold  thee  near, 
And  thou  his  hidden  life  appear ; 
Bright  in  thy  likenefs  (hall  he  lhine, 
And  glorious  all,  and  all  divine. 


REJOICING.  123 

REJOICING. 

HYMN    CXXVI.     S.  M. 

COME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  fang  with  fweet  accord, 
While  ye  furround  his  throne ; 
Let  thofe  refufe  to  fing 

Who  never  knew  our  God  ; 
Bat  fervants  of  the  heav'nly  King 
May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 

The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

That  all  the  earth  furveys, 
That  rides  upon  the  ftormy  ftcy, 

And  calms  the  roaring  feas  : 
This  awful  God  is  ouvs, 

Our  Father  and  our  Love  : 
He  will  fend  down  his  heav'nly  pow'rs 

To  carry  us  above. 

There  we  mall  fee  his  face, 

And  never,  never  fin  ! , 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 

Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in  : 
Yea,  and  before  we  rife 

To  thai:  immortal  Hate, 
The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  bKfs 

Should  conftant  joys  create. 

The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  began  below : 
CeleiUa!  fruit  on  earthly  ground 

F:  cm  faith  and  hope  may  grow ; 
L  2 


124  REJOICING. 

Then  let  our  fongs  abound, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  through  ImmanuePs  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

HYMN    CXXVII.    L.  M. 

1  T  TAPPY  the  man  that  finds  the  grace, 
JL  JL   The  blefling  of  God's  chofen  race, 
The  wifdom  coming  from  above, 

The  faith  that  fweetly  works  by  love. 

2  Happy  beyond  defeription  he, 
Who  knows  the  Saviour  dy'd  for  me, 
The  gift  unfpeakable  obtains, 

And  heav'nly  underftanding  gains. 

3  Wifdom  divine  !   Who  tells  the  price 
Of  wifdom's  coftly  merchandife  ? 
Wifdom  to  filver  we  prefer, 

And  gold  is  drofs  compar'd  to  her. 

4  Her  hands  are  filPd  with  length  of  days, 
True  riches  and  immortal  praife  : 
Riches  of  Chrifl:  on  all  beftow'd 

And  honour  that  defcends  from  God. 

5  To  pureft  joys  (he  all  invites, 
Chafte,  holy,  fpiritual  delights  ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleafantnefs, 
And  all  her  flow'ry  paths  are  peace. 

6  Happy  the  man  who  wifdom  gains; 
Thrice  happy  who  his  gueli  retains; 
He  cwns,  and  mail  for  ever  own, 

*  Wifdom,  and  Chriit,  and  heav'n  arc  one. 


REJOICING.  12 

HYMN    CXXVIII.     C.  M. 

i    T  T  APPY  the  fouls  to  Jcfus  joinM, 
JlI    And  fav'd  by  grace  alone  ; 
Walking  in  all  his  ways,  they  find 
Their  heav'n  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  church  triumphant  in  thy  love, 

Their  mighty  joys  we  know  ; 
They  fing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thee  in  thy  glorious  realm  they  praife, 

And  bow  before  thy  throne  ! 
We  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace, 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

4  The  "holy  to  the  holi'ft  leads  ; 

From  thence  our  fpirits  rife ; 

And  he  that  in  thy  ftatutes  treads, 

Shall  meet  thee  in  the  ikies. 

HYMN     CXXIX.     Mife  Edwin's. 

1  X      E  T  earth  and  heav'n  agree, 

L  *    Angels  and  men  be  join'd, 
To  celebrate  with  me 

The  Saviour  of  mankind  : 
T*  adore  the  all-atoning  Lamb, 
And  blefs  the  found  of  Jefu's  name, 

2  Jefus  !   tranfporting  found  ! 

The  joy  of  earth  and  heaven  ? 
No  other  help  is  found, 

No  other  name  is  giv'n. 
By  which  we  can  falvation  have, 
But  Jeius  came  the  world  to  fovc 


126  REJOICING. 

3        Jefus  !   harmonious  name  i 

It  charms  the  hoils  abcve ; 
They  evermore  proclaim, 
And  wonder  at  his  love  : 
'Tis  all  their  happinefs  to  gaze, 
*Tis  heav'n  to  fee  otir  Jefu's  face. 

4.        His  name  the  finner  hears, 
And  is  from  fin  fet  free; 
'Tis  mufic  in  his  ears  ; 
'Tis  life  and  victory  ; 
New  fongs  do  now  his  lips  employ, 
And  dances  his  glad  heart  for  joy. 

5  Stung  by  the  fcorpion  fin, 

My  poor  expiring  foul 
The  balmly  found  drinks  in, 
And  is  at  once  made  whole  ; 
See  there,  my  Lord  upon  the  tree  ! 
I  here,   I  feel  he  dy'd  for  me. 

6  O  unexampled  love  ! 

O  all-redeeming  grace  ! 
How  fwiftly  didft  thou  move 

To  fave  a  fallen  race  j 
What  mall  I  do  to  make  it  known, 
What  thou  for  all  mankind  had  done  ? 

7  O  for  a  trumpet -voice, 

On  all  the  world  to  call ; 
To  bid  their  hearts  rejoice 
In  him  who  dy'd  for  all  ! 
Fcr  all  my  Lord  was  crucify'd  ! 
Fvi:  all,  for  all  my  Saviour  dy'd  { 


REJOICING.  127 

To  ferve  thy  blefled  will, 

Thy  dyin£  love  to  praife, 
Thy  counfel  to  fulfil, 
And  minifler  thy  grace, 
Freely  what  I  receive  to  give, 
The  life  of  heav'n  on  earth  to  live, 

HYMN     CXXX.      Fonmon. 

ARISE,   my  foul,  arife, 
Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears, 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears ; 
Before  the  throne  my  furety  ftands  : 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

He  ever  lives  above 

For  me  to  intercede  ; 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead  ; 
His  blood  aton'd  for  all  our  race, 
And  fprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace.. 

Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Receiv'd  on  Calvary : 
They  pour  effectual  pray'rs, 
They  llrongly  fpeak  for  me  : 
Forgive  him,  O  forgive  they  cry  ! 
Nor  let  that  ranfom'd  finner  die.- 

The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  one  ; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  prefence  of  his  Son  ; 
His  Spirit  anfwers  to  the  blood. 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 


M 


128  REJOICING. 

5       My  God  is  reconcil'd, 

His  pard'ning  voice  I  kear; 
He  owns  me  for  hi3  child, 
I  can  no  longer  fear ; 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba  Father !  cry. 

HYMN     CXXXI.     Pa/fmu 

Y  God  I  am  thine, 
What  a  comfort  divine! 
What  a  blefling  to  know  that  my  jefus  is  mine  \ 
In  the  heav'nly  Lamb 
Thrice  happy  I  am,  [name. 

And  my  heart  doth  rejoice  at  the  found  of  his 

2  True  pleafures  abound 
In  the  rapturous  found  ; 

And  whoever  hath  found  it,  hath  paradife  found.  - 

My  Jefus  to  know, 

And  feel  his  blood  flow, 
Tis  life  everlaiiing,  *tis  heaven  below* 

3  Yet  onward  I  hafte 
To  the  heav'nly  feait  ; 

That,  that  is  the  fulnefs;  but  this  is  the  tafle? 

And  this  I  ihall  prove, 

Till  with  joy  I  remove 
To  the  heaven  of  heavens  in  Jefus's  love. 


T 


HYMN    CXXXII.     C.  M. 

1  H  Y  ceafclefs,  unexhaufted  love, 
Unmerited  and  free, 


Delights  our  evil  to  remove, 
And  help  our  mifery. 


REJOICING.  I29 

2  Thcu  waiteft  to  be  gracious  11  ill  j 

Thou  doft  with  fmners  bear, 
That  fav'o,  we  may  thy  goodnefs  feel, 
And  all  thy  grace  declare. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  and  thy  truth  to  me, 

To  ev'ry  foul  abound  ; 
A  vaft,  unfathomable  fea, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd, 

4  Its  dreams  the  whole  creation  reach, 

So  plent'ous  is  the  ftore  ; 
Enough  for  all,  enough  for  each, 
Enough  for  evermore. 

5  Faithful,  O  Lord,  thy  mercies  are, 

A  rock  that  cannot  move  ; 
A  thoufand  prornifes  declare 
Thy  conflancy  of  love. 

6  Throughout  the  univerfe  it  reigns, 

Unalterably  fure  ; 
And  while  the  truth  of  God  remains, 
His  goodnefs  muft  endure. 

HYMN     CXXXIII.      Port/mouth, 

3        T>  EJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King, 
j\.    Your  Lord  and  King  adcre  ; 
Mortals,  girc  thanks  and  fing, 
And  triumph  evermore  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  fay,  rejoice! 
2        Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

The  Q-d  of  truth  and  love. 
Wh?n  he  had  purg'd  our  flains, 
He  took  his  fe-at  above  : 
Lift  up.   Sec, 


I30  REJOICING. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n  j 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  jefus  giv'n  : 
Lift  up,   &e. 

4  He  fits  at  God's  right-hand, 

Till  all  his  foes  ftibmit : 
And  bow  to  his  command, 

And  fall  beneath  his  feet : 
Lift  up,  &c. 
£        He  all  his  foes  mail  quell, 

Shall  all  our  fins  defiroyj 
And  ev'ry  bofom  fvvell 

With  pure  feraphic  joy  : 
Lift  up,   &c. 
6        Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jefus  the  Judge  mall  come ; 
And  take  his  fervants  up 

To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  foon  mall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  (hall  found,  Rejoice  I 

HYMN     CXXXIV.     Patfon. 

TELL  me  no  more 
Of  this  world's  vain  llore, 
The  time  for  fuch  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er  y 
A  country  I've  found, 
Where  true  joys  abound, 
To  dwell  I'm  determin'd  on  that  happy  ground 
2        The  fouls  that  believe, 
In  paradife  live, 
And  me  in  that  number  will  Jefus  receive; 


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REJOICING.  131 

My  foul  don't  delay,  ' 
He  calls  thee  away, 
Rife,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  blefs  the  glad  day. 

3  No  mortal  doth  know 

What  he  can  bellow,  [gor 

What  light,  flrength,  and  comfort,  go  after  him, 

Lo,  onward  I  move 

To  a  country  above,  [prove. 

None  gueffes  how  wond'rous  my  journey  will 

4  Great  fpoils  I  (hall  win, 
From  death,  hell  and  fin, 

*M:dft  outward  affli&ions  (hall  fed  Chriil  within-; 

And  when  I'm  to  die, 

Receive  me,  I'll  cry, 
For  Jefus  hath  lov'd  me,   I  cannot  tell  why, 

5  Bat  this  1  do  find, 
We  two  are  fo  join'd, 

He'll  not  live  in  glory,  and  leave  me  behind: 

So  this  is  the  race, 

I'm  running  thro'  grace, 
Henceforth  till  admitted  to  fee  my  Lord's  face. 

6  And  now  I'm  in  care, 

My  neighbours  may  mare  [dare  ? 

Thife  blefiings ;  to  feek  them  will  none  of  you' 
In  bondage,   O  wljy, 
And  death  will  you  lie, 
When  one* here  allures  you  free  grace  is  fo  nigh-? 
HYMN    CXXXV.     S.  M. 
A    ND  mufl:  this  body  die, 
I  X~jL   This  well  wrought  frame  decay  3t 
And  muft  thefe  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay? 
U 


*32  REJOICING. 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 

Shall  but  refine  this  flefh, 
Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afrefn. 

3  God  my  Redeemer  lives 

And  ever  from  the  Ikies 
Looks  down,  and  watches  all  my  dull, 
Till  he  fhall  bid  it  rife. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  fnine, 
And  ev'ry  fhape,  and  ev'ry  face, 
Be  heav'nly  and  divine. 

5  Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe, 

Lord,  to  thy  dying  love  ; 
O  may  we  blefs  thy  grace  below, 
And  fmg  thy  grace  above. 

6  Saviour,  accept  the  praife 

Of  thefe  our  humble  fongs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  founds  we  raife 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

HYMN    CXXXVI.     L.  M. 

I   TT  E  dies,  the  friend  of  fmners  dies  ! 
JlJL    Lo  !  Salem.'s  daughters  weep  around  ; 
A  fokmn  darknefs  veils  the  fkies  ! 

A  fudden  trembling  (hakes  the  ground  ! 
Come  faints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 

For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load : 
He  fhed  a  thoufand  drops  for  you, 

A  thoufand  drops  of  richer  blood*. 
8*Here's  Jove  and  grief  beyond  degree, 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  man  ! 


KEJOICING.  I33 

But  lo  !   what  fuddcn  joys  ve  fee, 

Jefus,  the  dead  revives  again  ! 
The  riling  God  forfakes  the  tomb: 

(In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rife) 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 

And  fhcut  him  welcome  to  the  fkie* 

3   Break  off  your  tears,  ye  faints,  and  tell 

How  high  your  great  deliv'rer  reigns ; 
Sing  how  he  ipoii'd  the  hofts  of  hell, 

And  led  the  monfter  death  in  chains  ! 
Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  wond'rous  King  1 

"  Born  to  redeem,  and  ftrong  to  fave  !" 
Then  afk  the  monfter — "  Where's  thy  ilingl 

"  And  where's  thy  vicV ry,  Jjoailing  grave !" 

HYMN    CXXXVII.     C.  M, 

1  T)  LUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  defpair.  • 
XT    We  wretched  iinners  lay, 

Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 
Or  fpark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grac^ 

Beheld  our  hcriplefs  grief: 
He  faw,  arid  (O  amazing  love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  mining  feats  above 

With  joyful  hate  he  fled  ; 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flelh, 
And  dwe^t  among  the  dead. 

4  O  :    for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lafting  filence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  prailes  fpeak. 


134  REJOICING. 

5   Angels,  aflift  our  mighty  joys, 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold : 
But  when  you  raife  your  higheft  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

HYMN    CXXXVIII.     C.  M. 

i    *[%  /|"Y  God,  the.fpring  of  all  my  joys, 
1Y1    The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brighteft  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

2  In  darkeil  fhades  if  thou  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
Thou  art  my  foul's  bright  morning-ftar, 
And  thou  my  rifing-fun. 

3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  fhine 

With  beams  of  facred  blifs, 
If  Jefus  mews  his  mercy  mine, 

And  whifpers  1  am  his. 
4.  My  foul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  tranfporting  word, 
Runup  with  joy  the  mining  way, 

To  fee  and  praife  my  Lord. 
5  Fearl'efs  of  hell,  and  ghaftly  death, 

I'd  break  through  ev'ry  foe ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith* 

Would  bear  me  conqu'ror  through, 

H  Y  M  N    CXXX1X.     C.  M. 

ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  ipeak, 
Thou  Sovereign  Lord  of  all ; 
Thy  ftrength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak. 
And  raife  the  poor  that  fall. 


REJOICING.  I35 

2  When  forrows  bow  the  fpirit  down, 

When  virtue  lies  diftrefs'd 
Beneath  the  proud  oppreffor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'il  the  mourner  reft. 

3  Thou  know'ft  the  pains  thy  fervants  feel. 

Thou  hear'ft  thy  children's  cry, 
And  their  beft  withes  to  fulfil 
Thy  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

4  Thy  mercy  never  fhall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  fmcere  : 
Thou  fav'ft  the  fouls  whofe  humble  love 
Is  joined  with  holy  fear. 

5  My  lips  (hall  dwell  upon  thy  praife, 

And  fpread  thy  fame  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 
The  honours  of  their  God. 

H  Y  M  N    CXL.     C.  M. 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1  S^i  OME  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
l^y  With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  facred  love 

In  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  thefe  earthly  toys  ; 
Our  fouls  how  heavily  they  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys  ! 
gin  vain  we  tune  our  formal  fongs, 
In  vain  we  ftuve  to  rife  ; 
Hnfannas  bmgmfh  on  our  tongues. 
And  our  devotion  dies. 
M  2 


I36  REJOICING. 

4  Father,  fKall  we  then  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  fo  faint,  fo  co'd  to  thees 
And  thine  to  us  fo  great  ? 

5  Come,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs; 
Come  fhed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  (hall  kindle  ours* 

HYMN    CXLI.     London. 

1  r  I  "'  HE  fpacious  firmament  on  high, 

X      With  all  the  blue  etherial  fky, 
And  fpangled  heav'ns,  a  mining  frame  ! 
Their  great  original  proclaim. 
TV  unvveary'd  fun  from  day  to  day, 
Doth  his  Creator's  pow'r  difplay : 
Arid  publifhes  to  ev'ry  land, 
The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

2  Soon  as  the  ev'ning  fhades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  vvond'rous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  lill'ning  earth 
Repeats  the  dory  of  her  birth  : 
While  all  the  liars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  as!  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  i'pread  the  truth  from  pole  to  polt, 

3  What  though  in  folenin  filence  all 

•  round  the  dark  terrdlrial  ball: 
t  though  no  real  voire  nor  f:      r4 

.    D ::.'}, 


V.F.JOICING.  137 

In  nfafon's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  figging  as  they  mine, 

"  The  hand  that  made  us'  is  divine." 

HYMN     CXLII.     CheJbunU 

1  rX^  H  E  voice  of  my  beloved  founds, 

X     While  o'er  the  mountain-tops  he  bounds, 
He  flies  exulting  o'er  the  hills, 
And  all  my  foul  with  tranfport  fills  : 
Gently  doth  he  chide  my  flay, 
"  Rife,  my  love,  and  come  away." 

2  The  fcatter'd  clouds  are  fled  at  laft, 
The  rain  is  gone,  the  winter's  pail; 
The  lovely  vernal  How'rs  appear, 
The  warbling  choir  enchants  our  ear  ; 

Now  with  fweetly-penuve  moan, 
Coos  the  turtle-dove  alone. 

HYMN     CXLIII.      Salt/bury. 

1   "TTAIN,  delulive  world,  adieu, 
V      With  all  of  creature-good, 
Only  Jefus  I  purfue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood  : 
All  thy  p'eafure  I  forego, 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride  : 
Only  Jefus  Will  I  know, 
And  jefus  crucify'd  ! 

Ker  knowledge  I  d'fdaln, 

'Tis  all  but   vanity  ; 
;ft,  the  Lamb  of  Gel,  was  fig& 


I38  REJOICING, 

Me  to  fave  from  endlefs  woe, 

The  fin-atoning  viftim  dy'd  1 
Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 

And  Jefus  crucify'd  ! 

3  Here  will  I  fet  up  my  reft, 

My  fluctuating  heart, 
From  the  haven  of  his  breaft, 

Shall  never  more  depart : 
Whither  fhould  a  finner  go  ? 

His  wounds  for  me  (land  open  wide ; 
Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 

And  Jefus  crucify'd  ! 

4  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleafure  without  end  ; 
This  is  all  my  happinefs 

On    Jefus  tQ  depend  ; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide ; 
Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 

And  Jefus  crucify'd  ! 

5  O  that  I  could  all  invite, 

This  faving  truth  to  prove  : 
Shew  the  length,  the  breadth,  and  height, 

And  depth  of  Jefu's  love  ! 
Fain  I  would  to  finners  mow 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  apply'd  ! 
Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 
And  Jefus  crucify'd  ! 
HYMN    CXLIV.     C.  M. 
I  TTTITH  joy  we  meditate  the  gracs 
V  V     Of  our  High-Pried  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs^ 
His  bowels  melt  with  leve. 


REJOICING.  I39 

2,  Touch'd  with  a  fvmpathy  within, 
He  knows  \mr  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  fore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  hath  felt  the  fame. 

3  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flefh, 

Pour'd  out  ftrono-  cries  and  tears  s 
And  in  his  meafure  feels  afrefh 
What  ev'ry  member  bears. 

4  He'll  never  quench  the  fmoaking  flax, 

But  raife  it  to  a  flame  ; 
The  bruifed  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Ncr  fcorns  the  meaneit  name. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefs 

His  mercy  and  his  pow'r  ; 
We  fnall  obtain  delivering  grace 
In  the  dillreffing  hour. 

HYMN    CXLV.     L.  M. 

r     TESUS,  my  All,  to  heav'n  is  gone, 
J     He  whom  1  fix  my  hopes  upon  : 
His  track  I  fee,  and  I'll  purfue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2   The  way  the  holy  prophets  wen., 
The  road  that  leads  from  banifhment : 
The  King's  highway  of  holinefs 
I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace, 

5  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  fought, 
And  moui-n'd  becaufe  I  found  it  not  9 
My  grief' a  burden  long  has  been, 
B      .ufe  I  was  no:.  &<*'d  from  fin. 


14°  REJOICING. 

4  The  more  I  drove  againft  its  pow% 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more. 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  fay, 

"  Come  hither,  foul,  I  am  the  way.!? 

5  Lo  !   glad  1  come ;  and  thou,  bleft  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  whofe  I  am  ; 
Nothing  but  fin  I  thee  can  give, 
Nothing  but  love  (hall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  finners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blcod, 
And  fay,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God." 

HYMN     CXLVI.      ErackmcSs. 

FATHER,  how  wide  thy  glories  mine 
How  high  thy  wonders  rife  ! 
Known  thro'  the  earth  by  thoufand  figns, 

By  thoufands  thro*  the  Ikies. 
Thofe  mighty  otbs  proclaim  thy  pow'r, 

Their  motions  fpeak  thy  flail : 
And  on  the  wings  of  ev'ry  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  (till. 

2  Pg.it  of  thy  name  divinely  (lands 

On  all  thy  creatures  writ, 
They  flie-   the  labour  of  thy  hands, 

Or  impref3  of  thy  feet. 
But  when  we  view  thy  ilrange  deSgn 

To  fave  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  companion  jt*f« 

In  their  divinefl  forms  : 

g  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known. 
Nor  dares  a  creature  guefs, 


REJOICING.  f4I 

Which  of  the  glories  bn'ghteft  {hone, 

The  jultice  or  the  grace. 
Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heav'nly  plains, 
Bright  feraphs  learn  Immanuel's  nam«, 

And  try  their  choiccfl  {trains. 

4  O  may  I  bear  fome  humble  part 

In  that  immortal  fong  ! 
Wonder  and  joy  (hall  tune  my  heart. 

And  love  command  my  tongue. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 

Who  fweetly  all  agree 
To  fave  a  world  of  Unners  loft, 

Eternal  glory  be. 

HYMN    CXLVII.     C.  U. 

1  1\/T^  God,  m?  portion  and  my  love, 
iYJL   My  everLfling  All, 

I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above. 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  ikies, 

And  this  inferior  clod  ? 
There's  nothing  here  deferves  my  joy^ 
There's  nothing  like  my  God. 

In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  fiife 

Scatters  his  feeble  light : 
'Tis  thy  fyveet  beams  create  my  noon  ; 

jtftiiou  v/itlidravv,  'tis  night. 

.\-.  3  wllild  upon  rv*  relief,  bed 

■   long    :..  J  ..  les  I  roll, 
f  my  flt-deemer  (hews  his  head-, 
b  my  foul. 


142  REJOICING. 

5  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friencfs, 

And  health  and  fafe  abode : 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 

If  once  compar'd  to  thee  ? 
Or  what's  my  fafety  or  my  health. 
Or  all  my  friends  to  me  ? 

7  Were  I  poiferTor  of  the  earth, 

And  'Caii'd  the  ftars  my  own  : 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thyfelf, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

8  Lst  others  ftretch  their  arms  like  fea^ 

And  grafp  in  all  the  fnore, 
Grant  me  the  vifits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  delire  no  more. 

HYMN     CXLVIII.     Savannah. 

1  CHILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  King, 
%^_s    As  we  journey  let  us  fing  : 

Sing  our1  Saviour's  worthy  praife, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways  i 

2  We  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  Fathers  trod  : 
They  are  happy  now,  ahd  we 
Soon  their  happinefs  ihajl  fee. 

3  O  ye  banifivd  feed  !  be  glad, 
Ghrift  our  advocate  is  made  ; 
Us  to  fave,  onr  flefh  affumts, 
Brother  to  cur  fouls  becomes. 

4.  r?ar  not  brethren,  joyful  ft 
On  the  borders  of  our  land  : 


PRAISE, 


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lefus  Chrilt,  our  Father's  Son, 
Bids  U3  uudifmay'd  go  on. 
Lord  !   obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  ftilj  will  follow  thee  ! 


to 


PRAISE. 
HYMN    CXLIX.     Talhs, 
What  (hall  I  do  my  Saviour  to  praiio  ! 
So  faithful  and  true  fo  plenteous  in  gra<*e, 
So  ftrong  to  deliver,  fo  good  to  redeem 
The  weakcft  believer  that  hangs  upon  him  ! 
How  happy  the  man  whofe  heart  is  fet  free, 
1  he  people  that  can  be  joyful  in  thee  ! 
Their  joy  is  to  walk  m  the  light' of  thy  face, 
And  ftill  they  are  talking  of  Jcfus's  grace. 
Their  daily  delight  mail  be  in  thy  name, 
They  fhallas  their  right  thy  righteoufnefs  claim: 
Thy  righteoufnefs  wearing,    and  cleans'd  b'r 

thy  blood, 
Bold  (hall  they  appear  in  the  prefence  of  God, 
4.  For  thou  art  their  boaft,  their  glory  and  pow'Y, 
And  I  alfo  trail  to  fee  the  glad  hour,   - 
My  foul's  new  creation,  a  life  from  the  dead, 
The  day  of  falvation  that  lifts  up  my  head.     * 
For  Jefus  my  Lord  is  now  my  defence ; 
I  truft  in  his  word,  none  plucks  me  from  thence, 
I  have  found  favour,  he  all  things  will  do  ' 
%  and  my  Saviour  frail  make  me  anew. 


244  PRAISE. 

5  Yes,  Lord,  I  fhall  fee  the  bJifs  of  thine  owiv 
Thy  fecret  to  me  fhall  foon  be  made  known  : 
For  forrow  and  fadnefs  I  joy  fhall  receive, 
And  fhare  in  the  gladnefs  of  all  that  believe. 

HYMN     CL.      liyhPfaku 

lir'LL  praife  my  Maker  while  I've  breathr 
JL    And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs : 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  IfraePs  God  ;  he  made  the  fky, 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  z 
His  truth  for  ever  Hands  fecure  ! 
He  faves  th'  opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain, 

3  The  Lord  pours  eye-fight  on  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  fainting  mind  : 

He  fends  the  lab'ring  confeience  peace  ; 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe, 

4  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breaths 
And  when  my  voice  fs  loft  in  death, 

Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures, 


PRAISE.  145 

HYMN    CLI.     L.  M. 

i    TJ  RAISE  ye  the  Lord  !  'tis  good  to  raife 
1       Your  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  ; 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  He  form'd  the  ftars,  thofe  heavenly  flames ; 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names  : 
His  wifdom's  vaft  and  knows  no  bound, 

A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd  J 

3  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
Who  fpreads  his  clouds  around  the  fky  j 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 

4  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  fouling  fields  with  corn  5 
The  beads  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 

j  What  is  the  creature's  fkill  or  force, 
The  fprightly  man  or  warlike  horfe> 
The  piercing  wit,  the  active  limb  ? 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

6  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight, 
He  views  his  children  with  delight  ! 
He  fees  their  liape,  he  inows  their  fear  t 
And  looks  and  loves  his  image  there. 


HYMN    CLII.    L.  M. 


H 


OW  do  thy  mercies  clofe  me  round  { 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd ! 
I  blufn  in  all  things  to  abound ; 
The  fervant  is  above  his  Lord .' 


1^6  PRAISE. 

2  Innur'd  to  poverty  and  pain, 

A  fufPring  life  my  matter  led  ; 

The  Son  of  God,  the  Son  of  man, 

•   He  had  not  were  to  lay  his  head. 

3  But  lo  !    a  place  he  hath  prepar'd 

For  me  whom  watchful  angels  keep  ; 
Yea,  he  himfelf  becomes  my  guard  ; 

He  fmooths  my  bed,  and  gives  me  fleep, 

4  Jefus  protects  ;  my  fears  be  gone  ; 

What  can  the  Rock  of  Ages  move  ? 
Safe  in  thy  arms  I  lay  me  down, 
Thy  everlafting  arms  of  love. 

5  While  thou  art  intimately  nigh, 

Who,  who  (hall  violate  my  reft  ! 
Sin  earth,  and  hell,  I  now  defy  ; 
I  lean  upon  my  Saviour's  breaft. 

6  I  reft  beneath  th'  Almighty's  fhade, 

My  griefs  expire,  my  troubles  ceafe  ; 
Thou,  Lord,  on  whom  my  foul  is  ftay'd, 
Wilt  keep  me  ftill  in  perfect  peace. 

7  Me  for  thine  own  thou  lov'ft  to  take 

In  time  and  in  eternity  ; 
Thou  never,  never  wilt  forfake 

A  helplefs  worm  that  trufts  in  thee. 

H  Y  M  N     CLIII.      Paffion. 


o 


GOD  of  all  grace, 
Thy  goodnefs  we  praife  ; 
Thy  Son  thou  haft  given  to  die  in  our  place  ; 
With  joy  we  approve, 
The  defign  of  thy  love, 
3Tis  a  wonder  on  earth,  and  a  wonder  above . 


PRAISE.  247 

2  Tongue  cannot  explain 
The  love  of  God-man, 

Which  rhe  angels  defire  to  look  into  in  vain  : 

It  dazzles  our  eyes, 

Thought  cannot  arife, 
To  find  out  a  caufe  why  the  Infinite  dies. 

3  Or  if  pity  inclined 
Him  to  die  for  mankind, 

The  ground  of  his  pity  what  feraph  can  find  ! 

He  came  from  above 

Our  curfe  to  remove  :  [love. 

He  hath  lov'd,  he  hath  lov'd  us,  becaufe  he  would 

4  Love  roov'd  him  to  die. 

And  on  this  we  rely,  [why  : 

He  hath  lov'd,  he  hath  lov'd  us,  we  cannot  tell 

But  this  we  can  tell, 

He  hath  lov'd  us  fo  well, 
As  to  lay  down  his  life  to  redeem  us  fronv  hell. 

5  He  hath  ranfom'd  our  race ; 
O  how  fhall  we  praife, 

Or  worthily  &ng  thy  unfpeakable  grace  3 
Nothing  elfe  will  we  know 
In  our  journey  below, 

But  finging  thy  praife  to  thy  paraoUfe  go. 

6  Nay,  and  when  we  remove 
To  the  manfions  above, 

Our  heav'n  fhall  Hill  be  to  fing  of  thy  leve  j 

When  time  is  no  more, 

We  ftill  fhall  adore 
The  ocean  of  love  without  bottom  or  more, 
N  2 


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1^8  PRAISE. 

7        Ere  long  we  fhall  fly- 
To  the  regions  on  high, 

For  Ifrael's  ftrength  cannot  vary  or  lie  ; 
He  foon  fhall  appear, 
He  more  than  draws  near, 

Our  Jefus  is  come,  and  eternity's  here. 

HYMN    CLIV.    L.  M. 

t     T> EFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Jl3   Ye  nations  bow  with  facred  joy  :- 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create,  and  he  deilroy. 

2  His  fov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ! 
And  when  like  wand'ring  (heep  we  itray'd,. 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We'll  croud  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs, 

High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raife  : 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command  ; 

Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  : 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  muft  ftand, 
When  rolling  years  (hall  ceafe  to  move* 

HYMN    CLV.     C.  M. 

I    r"jp  HE  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praife 
JL      In  concert  with  the  blert, 
Who  joyful  in  harmonious  lay6, 
Employ  an  endlefs  reft, 


PRAISE.  1^9 

1  Thus,  Lord,  while  we  remember  thee, 
We  bleft  and  pious  grow, 
By  hymns  of  praife  we  learn  to  be 
Triumphant  here  below. 

3  On  this  glad  day  a  brighter  (bene 

Of  glory  was  difplay'd 
By  God,  th'  eternal  Word,  than  when 
This  univerfe  was  made. 

4  He  rifes,  who  mankind  hath  bought 

With  grief  and  pain  extreme  ; 
'Twas  great  to  fpeak  the  world  from  nought; 
'Twas  greater  to  redeem. 

HYMN     CLVI.     JJhley. 
i    QALVATION!   O  the  joyful  found  i 

C3    What  pleafure  to  our  ears  ! 
A  fov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears, 

CHORUS. 

Glory,  honour,  praife,  and power , 
Be  unto  toe  Lamb  for  ever  ; 
Jefus  Chrifl  is  our  Redeemer  J 
Hallelujah!  praife  the  Lord! 

2  Salvation  !    let  the  echo  fly 

The  fpacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  (ley 

Confpire  to  raife  the  found.         Glory,   ljc> 

3  Salvation  !   O  thou  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

To  thee  the  praife  belongs  : 
Salvst ion  (hall  infpire  our  hearts, 

And  dwell  upon  over  tongues,      Glory,  &c* 


I^O  PRAISE. 

HYMN    CLVII.     Stanton. 

1  TJ'  ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  ikies, 
JL      Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fang, 
Thro*  every  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 
Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  .* 

Thy  praife  (hall  found  from  (hore  to  more, 
Till  funs  (hall  rife  and  fet  no  more. 

2  Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals,  bring, 
in  fongs  of  praife  divinely  fing  ; 
The  great  falvation  loud  proclaim, 
.And  fhcut  for  joy  the  Saviour's  name  : 
la  ev'ry  land  begin  the  fong, 

T0  ev'ry  land  the  ftrains  belong : 
In  cheerful  founds  all  voices  raife, 
And  fill  the  world  with  loudeit  praife. 

HYMN    CLVIII.     C.  M. 

1  i"^\  OME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs 
\^y  With  angels  round  the  throne, 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  tongues, 

But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,  they  cry t 

To  be  exalted  thus  ; 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  hearts  reply, 
For  he  was  flain  for  us. 

3  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  pow'r  divine  ; 
And  bleffings  more  than  we  car  g'.e. 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 


PRAISE.  151 

4.  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
To  blefs  the  facred  name, 
Of  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  a^dore  the  Lamb. 

H  Y  M  N     CLIX.     Salt/bury. 

J   r~^\  LORY  be  to  God  on  high, 
VJT    God  whofe  glory  fills  the  fky ; 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiv'n, 
Man,  the  well-belov'd  of  heaven. 

2-  Sov'reign  Father,  heav'nly  King, 
Thee  we  now  prefume  to  fing, 
Glad  thine  attributes  confefs, 
Glorious  all  and  numberlefs. 

3  Hail,  by  all  thy  works  ador'd  : 
Hail,  the  everlafting  Lord  ; 

Thee  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove 
Lord  of  pow'r  and  God  of  love  ! 

4  Chrift  our  Lord  and  God  we  own  j 
Chrift,  the  Father's  only  Son  : 
.Lamb  of  God  for  finners  flain 
Saviour  of  offending  man, 

5  Bow  thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow, 
Hear,  the  world's  atonement  thou  ; 
Jefu,  in  thy  name  we  pray, 
Take,   O  take  our  fins  away. 

6  Pow'rful  advocate  with  God, 
Juftify  us  by  thy  blood  ! 
Bow  thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow, 
Hear,  the  world's  atonement  thou, 


I52  PRAISE. 

7  Hear,  for  thou,  O  Chrift,  alorre, 
With  thy  glorious  Sire  art  one  ; 
One  the  Holy  Ghoft  with  thee, 
One  fupreme,  eternal  Three. 

HYMN    CLX.     C.  M. 

i    TJR-AJSE  ye  the  Lord,  y'  immortal  choirs 
JL      That  fill  the  realms  above  ; 
Praife  him  who  form'd  you  of  his  fires^ 
And  feeds  you  with  his  love. 

2  Shine  to  his  praife,  ye  cryftal  fides, 

The  floor  of  his  abode  ; 
Or  veil  in  fhades  your  thoufand  eyes 
Before  your  brighter  God. 

3  Thou  reftlefs  globe  of  golden  light,. 

Whofe  beams  create  our  days, 
Join  with  the  filver  queen  of  night, 
To  own  your  borrow'd  rays. 

4  Winds,  ye  (hall  bear  his  name  aloud 

Thro'  the  ethereal  blue, 
For  when  his  chariot  is  a  cloud, 
He  makes  his  wheels  of  you. 

5  Thunder  and  hail,  and  fire  and  dorms, 

The  troops  of  his  command, 
Appear  in  all  your  dreadful  forms, 
And  fpeak  his  awful  hand. 

6;  Shout  to  the  Lord,  ye  furging  feas, 
In  your  eternal  roar; 
J^et  wave  to  wave  refound  his  praife, 
And  (hore  reply  to  more... 


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7  While  monfters,  fporting  on  the  flood, 

In  fcaly  filver  mine, 
Speak  terribly,  their  maker,  God, 
And  lafh  the  foaming  brine. 

8  But  gentler  things  fhall  tune  his  name, 

To  fofter  notes  than  thefe, 
Young  zephyrs  breathing  o'er  the  ftream7 
Or  whifp'ring  thro'  the  trees. 

9  Wave  your  tall  heads,  ye  lofty  pines-, 

To  him  that  bids  you  grow  : 
Sweet  cinders,  bend  the  fruitful  vines 
On  ev'ry  thankful  bough. 

io  Let  the  fhrill  birds  his  honours  raife, 
And  climb  the  morning  fky  ; 
While  grov'ling  beads  attempt  his  praiu; 
In  hoarfer  harmony. 

1 1   Thus  while  the  meaner  creatures  fmgs 
Ye  mortals  take  the  found, 
Echo  the  glories  of  our  King, 
Through  all  the  nations  round: 

HYMN    CLXI. 

i    nP  HE  God  of  Abrah'm  praife, 
X      Who  reigns  enthron'd  above  $•. 
Ancient  of  everlafting  days, 
And  God  of  love  : 
JEHOVAH  GREAT  I  AM;. 
By  earth  and  heav'n  confefs'd  ; 
J  bow  and  blefs  the  facred  naro-v 
For  ever  bl 


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pRArsE. 


2  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praife, 

At  whofe  fupreme  command 
From  earth  I  rife — and  feek  the  ]of? 
At  his  right  hand  ; 
I  all  on  earth  forfake, 
Its  wifdom,  fame,  and  pow'r; 
And  him  my  only  portion  make, 
My  fhield  and  tow'r. 

3  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praife, 

Whofe  all-fufficient  grace 
Shall  guide  me  all  my  happy  days. 
In  all  my  ways  ; 
He  calls  a  worm  his  friend  ! 
He  calls  himfelf  my  God  ! 
And  he  fhall  fave  me  to  the  end 
Through  Jefu's  blood. 

4  He  by  himfelf  hath  fworn, 

I  on  his  oath  depend, 
I  mall  on  eagles'  wings  up-borne? 
To  heav'n  afcend  : 
I  fhall  behold  his  face, 
I  fhall  his  pow'r  adore, 
And  fmg  the  wonders  of  his  grace 
For  evermore. 

HYMN    CLXII.     C.  M. 

1  l\/i~  Y  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend. 
JLv  JL    When  I  begin  thy  praife, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 

The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlafting  truft, 

Thy  goodnefs  I  adore  j 


JSS 


PRAISE. 

Send  down  thy  grace,  O  blefled  Lord, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

3  My  feet  mail  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celeftial  road  : 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  flrength, 
To  fee  the  Lord  my  God. 

4  Awake,  awake  my  tuneful  pow'rs,. 

With  this  delightful  fong, 

And  entertain  the  darkeft  hours, 

Nor  think  the  feafon  long. 

HYMN     CLXIII.     Shepherd  of  IfraeL 

TH I S,  this  is  the  God  we  adore, 
Our  faithful  unchangeable  Friend  ; 
Whofe  love  is  as  great  as  his  pow'r, 

And  neither  knows  meafure  nor  end. 
'Tis  Jefus,  the  Firft  and  the  Laft, 

Whofe  fpirit  mail  guide  us  fafe  home  5 
We'll  praife  him  for  all  that  is  paft, 
And  truft  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

HYMN    CLXIV.     C.  M. 

WHEN  all  the  mercies  of  my  God, 
My  rifing  foul  furveys, 
Why,   my  cold  heart,  art  thou  not  loft 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praife  ? 

Thy  providence  my  life  fuftain'd, 

And  all  my  wants  redrefs'd, 
While  in  the  filent  womb  I  lay, 

And  hung  upon  the  brealt : 


l$6  PRAISE. 

3  To  ail  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learnM 
To  form  themfelves  in  pray'r. 

4  Unnumber'd  comforts  on  my  foul, 

Thy  tender  care  btftow'd, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd, 
From  whom  thofe  comforts  flow'd. 

5  When  in  the  flipp'ry  paths  cf  youth 

With  heedlefs  Iteps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unfeen,  convey'd  me  fafe. 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

6  Through  hidden  dangers,  toils  and  deaths 

It  gently  clearM  my  way, 
And  through  the  pleafing  fnares  of  vice, 
More  to  be  fear'd  than  they. 

7  Through  evVy  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodnefs  I'll  purfue  ; 
And  after  death  in  diftant  worlds, 
The  pleating  theme  renew. 

8  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 

A  grateful  fong  I'll  raife  ; 
But  O  !    eternity's  too  (hort 
To  utter  all  thy  praife. 

H  Y  M  N    CLXV.     EpwonL 

THOU  God  of  my  falvatioar, 
My  redeemer  from  all  iin, 
Mov'd  to  this  by  great  compa(Iior>, 
Yearn&g  bowels  from  within  ; 
I  will  praife  thee : 
Where  fiiall  I  thy  praife  begin  * 


PRAISE. 

While  the  angel-choirs  are  crying^ 
Glory  to  the  great  1AM! 

I  with  them  would  ftill  be  vying, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 

O  how  precious 
Is  the  found  of  Jefu's  name  ! 

Now  I  fee,   with  joy  and  wonder, 
Whence  the  healing  dreams  arofc  : 

Angel-minds  are  loft  to  ponder 
Dying  Ir.ve's  myfterlcus  caufe  i 

Yet  the  blefling 
Down  to  all,  to  me  it  flows. 


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Though  unfeen,   I  love  the  Saviour, 
Ke  al  ;.'  htj   grace  hath  (hewn  j 

Pardon'd  guilt  and  purchas'd  favour: 
This  he  makes  to  mortals  known  ; 

Give  him  glory, 
Glory,   glory  is  his  own. 

Angels  row  are  hov'ring  round  us, 
Unperceiv'd  they  mix  the  throng, 

Wond'ring  at  the  love  that  crown'd  u?, 
Giad  to  join  the  holy  fong  : 

Halleluiah, 
Love  and  praife  to  Chrift  belong. 


H  Y  U  N    CLXVL    C.  M. 

TT  O  W  happy  every  child  of  grace, 
Xi.    Who  knows  his  fins  forgiv'n  ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 
I  feek  my  place  in  heav'n : 


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A  country  far  from  mortal  fight ; 

Yet,  O  !  by  faith  I  fee 
The  land  of  reft,  the  faints'  delight, 

The  heav'n  prepar'd  for  me. 

2  O  what  a  bleffed  hope  is  ours  ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  ftay, 
We  more  than  tafte  the  heav'nly  pow'rs> 

And  antedate  that  day  : 
We  feel  the  refurrection  near, 

Our  life  in  Chrift  conceal'd, 
And  with  his  glorious  prefence  here 

Our  earthen  veffels  fill'd. 

3  O  would  he  more  of  heav'n  beftow, 

And  let  the  veffels  break, 
And  let  our  ranfom'd  fpirits  go, 

To  grafp  the  God  we  feek ; 
In  rapt'rous  awe  on  him  to  gaze, 

Who  bought  the  fight  for  me, 
And  fhout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

Through  all  eternity. 

«^^!>S»> 

TRUSTING   in   PROVIDENCE. 
HYMN     CLXVII.      0!neyr 

PART     THE     FIRST. 

j        pCMMIT  thou  all  thy  griefs 
V_y    And  ways  into  his  hands, 
To  his  fure  truft  and  tender  care, 
Who  earth  and  heaven  commands; 
Who  points  the  clouds  their  courfe, 
Whom  winds  ind  leas  obey  ; 
He  ih  ill  direcl  thy  wand'ring  feet, 
He  fhall  prepare  thy  way. 


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2  Thou  on  the  Lord  rely, 
So  feft  fhalt  thou  go  on  : 

Fix  on  his  work  thy  iieadfaft  eye, 

So  fnall  thy  work  be  done  : 

No  profit  can  ft  thou  gain 

By  fell-  con  fuming  care, 
To  him  commend  thy  caufe,  his  ear 

Attends  the  fofteft  pray'r. 

3  Thine  everlaliing  truth, 
Father,  thy  ceafclefs  love 

Sees  all  thy  children's  wants,  and  knows 

What  beft  for  each  will  prove  ; 

And  whatfoe'er  thou  will' ft, 

Thou  doft,  O  King  of  kings  : 
What  thy  unerring  wifdom  chofe, 

Thy  pow'r  to  being  brings. 

4  Thou  ev'ry  where  hail  way, 
And  all  things  ferve  thy  m'ght, 

Thy  ev'ry  acl  pure  bleffing  is,  ft 

Thy  path  unfully'd  light. 

When  thou  arifeft,   Lord, 

What  fhall  thy  work  withstand  f 
When  all  thy  children  want,  thou  giv'ft, 

Who,  who  fhall  ftay  thy  hand  ? 

H  Y  M  N     CLXVIII.     Obey. 

PART     THE     SF.COND. 

I    /~*\    I  V  E  to  the  winds  thy  fears, 
VJ*"    Hope,  and  he  undifmay'd, 
God  hears  thy  fighs,  and  counts  thy  tears, 
God  fhall  lift  up  thy  head  ; 
Through  waves,  and  clouds  and  ftorrns, 
Fie  gently  clears  the  way  i- 
O  2 


l6o       TRUSTING    IN    PROVIDENCE. 

Wait  thou  his  time,  fo  fhall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

2  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart, 
Still  fink  thy  fpirits  down ; 

Caft  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 

And  ev'ry  care  be  gone. 

What  though  thou  ruleft  not, 

Yet  heav'n  and  earth  and  hell 
Proclaim,   God  fitteth  on  the  throne, 

And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

3  Leave  to  his  fov'reign  fway 
To  chufe  and  to  command, 

So  malt  thou  wond'ring  own  his  way, 

How  wife,  how  ftrong  his  hand  1 

Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His  counfel  fhall  appear, 
When  fully  he  the  work  hath  wrought, 

That  caus'd  thy  needleis  fear. 

4  Thou  feeft  our  weaknefs,  Lord, 
Our  hearts  are  known  to  thee ; 

O  lift  thou  up  the  finking  head, 

Confirm  the  feeble  knee  ; 

Let  us  in  life,  in  death; 

Thy  fteadfaft  truth  declare, 
And  publifh  with  our  lateft  breath,. 

Thy  love  and  guardian  care. 

HYMN    CLXIX.     L.  M. 

j    S~^\  OD  of  my  life,  whofe  gracious  powV  ' 
1_T    Thro'  various  deaths  my  foul  hath  led, 
Or  turn'd  afide  the  fatal  hour, 
Or  lifted  up  my  finking  head  I 


TRUSTING  IN  PROVIDENCE.  l6l 

•%   In  all  my  ways  thy  hand  I  own, 
Thy  ruling  providence  I  fee  ; 
Afliit  me  ft  ill  my  courfe  to  run, 
And  ft  ill  direct  my  paths  to  thee. 

•    Whither,   O  whither  fiiould  I  fly, 
But  to  my  loving  Saviour's  breaft, 
Secure  within  thy  arms  to  lie, 

And  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  to  reft  ? 

4  I  have  no  fldll  the  fnare  to  fhun, 

Bi  t  thou,  O  Chrift  !    my  wifdom  art ; 
I  ever  into  ruin  run, 

But  thou  ait  greater  than  my  heart. 

5  Foolifh,  and  impotent,   and  blind, 

Lead  me  a  wa,   I  have  not  known  ; 
Bring  me  where  I  my  heav'n  may  find, 
The  heav'n  of  loving  thee  alone. 

6  Enlarge  my  heart  to  make  thee  room  ; 

Enter,  and  in  me  ever  ftay  ; 
The  crooked  then  (hall  ftraight  become  : 
The  davknefs  fhall  be  loft  in  day  ! 

HYMN    CLXX.     Tallis. 

JEHOVAH-JIREH,  i.  e.  The  Lord  will 
provide.     Gen.  xxii.    14. 

I    r  I  ^  HO'  troubles  aflail,  and  dangers  affi  fght 
JL      Tho'  friends  mould  all  fail,  and  foes  a! 
unite  ; 
Yet  one  thing  fecures  us,  whatever  betide, 
Theproraifeaffures  us?  The  Lord  will  provide 


l6l       TRUSTING  IN  PROVIDENCE. 

2  The  birds  without  barn  or  ftore-houfe  are  fed  5 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  truft  for  our  bread  : 
His  faints  what  is  fitting  (hall  ne'er  be  deny'd, 
So  long  as  it's  written,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

3  We  all  may,  like  (hips,  by  tempeft  be  toil 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  need  not  be  loft: 
Tho'  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide, 
Yet  fcripture  engages,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

4  His  call  we  obey,  like  Abrah'm  of  old: 
We  know  not  the  way,  but  faith  makes  us  bold ; 
For  tho'  we  are  ftrangers,  we  have  a  fure  guide, 
And  truft:  in  all  dangers,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

5  When  Satan  appears  to  (lop  up  our  path, 
And  fills  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith:" 
He  cannot  take  from  us  (tho'  oft  he  has  try'd) 
The  heart  -cheering  prpmife,  The  Lord  will 

provide. 

6  Pie  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain, 
The  good  that  we  feek,  we  ne'er  (hall  obtain: 
But  when  fuch  fuggeftiousbur  graces  have  try'd, 
This   anfwers   all   queitions,    The   Lord   will 

provide. 

-   No  ftrength  of  our  own,  nor  goodnefs  we  claim, 
Our  truft  is  all  thrown  on  jefus's  name  ; 
Inwthts  our  ftrong  tower  for  fafety  we  hide  ; 
The  Lord  is  our  pow'r,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

8   When  life  finks  apace,   end  death  is  in  view, 

The  word  of  his  grace  fhall  comfort  us  through: 

Not  fearing  or  doubting,  with  Chriil  on  our 

f«Je,    ,:  [vide. 

We  hope  to  die  fhouting,  The  Lord  wiii  pro-* 


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HYMN     CLXXI.     23*/  Pfahn. 

1  r  I  '  H  E  Lord  my  pafture  (hall  prepare, 

t       And  feed  me  with  a  fhepherd's  care  . 
His  prefence  (hall  my  wants  fuppiy, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My  noon-day  walks  he  (hall  attend, 
And  aK  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  fultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirfty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads, 
My  weary  wand'riug  ileps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  foft  and  flow, 
Amid  the  veidant  land  {kip  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overfpread, 

My  fteadfall  heart  mail  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,   O  Lord,  art  with  me  Hill ; 
Thy  friendly  crook  fhall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  fhad^. 

Tho'  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious  lonely  wilds  I  ftray, 
Thy  bounty  fhall  my  pains  beguile  ; 
The  barren  wildernefs  fhall  fmile, 
With  fudden  greens  and  herbage  crown'd, 
And  ilreams  fnall  murmur  all  around. 

HYMN     CLXXII.     C.  M. 

GOD  moves  in  a  myfterious  way, 
His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footfteps  in  the  fea, 
And  rides  upon  the  ftorm. 


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2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  (kill, 
He  treafures  up  his  bright  defigns,' 
And  works  his  fov'reign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  faints,  freih  courage  take, 

The  clouds  ye  fo  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  (hall  break 

In  blefilngs  on  your  head. 
4.  Judg.  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  fenfe, 

But  tmft  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  Providence 

He  hides  a  fmiling  face. 

5  His  purpofes  will  ripen  faft, 

Unfolding  ev'ry  hour  : 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  tafte, 
But  fweet  will  be  the  flovv'r. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  fure  to  err, 

And  fcan  his  work  in  vain : 
God  is  bis  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain, 

H  Y  M  N    CLXXIII.     Denbigh, 

1  A    WAY,   my  unbelieving  fear  ! 

JlX.    Fear  fhall  in  me  no  more  have  place 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear, 

He  hides  the  brightnefs  of  his  face  : 
But  (liall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 

And  bafeiy  to  the  tempter  yield  I 
No,   in  the  ftrength  of  Jefus,   no, 

I  never  will  give  up  my  fhield. 

2  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 

Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil, 


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The  with'ring  fig-trees  droop  and  die, 
The  fields  elude  the  tiller's  toil, 

Th-e  empty  llall  no  herd  afford, 
And  perifh  all  the  bleating  race, 

Yet  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
The  God  of  my  falvaticn  praifc. 

3   Barren  although  my  foul  remain, 

And  no  one  bud  of  grace  appear, 
No  fruit  of  all  my  toil  and  pain, 

But  fin,  and  only  fin  is  here  : 
Although  my  gifts  and  comforts  loft, 

My  blooming  hopes  cut  off  I  fee, 
Yet  will  I  in  my  Saviour  truft, 

And  glory  that  he  dy'd  for  me. 

In  hope  believing  againft  hope, 

Jefus,   my  Lord,  my  God,   I  claim, 
Jefus,  my  ilrength,  fhall  lift  me  up, 

Salvation  is  in  Jefu's  name  ; 
To  me  he  foon  fhall  bring  it  nigh, 

My  foul  fhall  then  out-ltrip  the  wind* 
On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high, 

And  leave  the  world  and  fin  behind. 

HYMN     CLXXIV.     C.  M. 

STILL  for  thy  loving-kindnefs  LorJ> 
1  in  thy  temple  wait  ; 
I  look  to  find  thee  in  thy  word, 
Or  at  thy  table  meet. 

Here  in  thine  own  appointed  ways* 

I  wait  :o  learn  thy  will  : 
Silent  1  (land  before'  thy  face, 

And  hear  thee  fay,  "  Be  dill  [M 


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3  "  Be  ftill  and  know  that  I  am  God  !** 
'Tis  all  I  live  to  know  ! 
To  feel  the  virtue  of  thy  blood, 
And  fpread  its  praife  below  ! 
4.  I  wait  my  vigour  to  renew, 
Thine  image  to  retrieve  : 
The  veil  of  outward  things  pafs  through., 
And  gafp  in  thee  to  live. 

5  I  work  and  own  the  labour  vain, 

And  thus  from  works  I  ceafe  ; 
I  ftrive  \  and  fee  my  fruitlefs  pain, 
Till  God  create  my  peace. 

6  Fruitlefs,  till  thou  thyfelf  impart, 

Mud  all  my  efforts  prove  ; 
They  cannot  change  a  finful  heartr 
They  cannot  purchafe  love. 

7  I  do  the  things  thy  laws  enjoin, 

And  then  the  ftrife  give  o'er; 
To  thee  I  then  the  whole  refign, 
And  truft  in  means  no  more. 

8  I  truft  in  him  who  ftands  between 

The  Father's  wrath  and  me  ; 
Jefu,  thou  great  eternal  Mean, 
I  look  for  all  from  thee. 

HYMN    CLXXV.     S.  M. 

PART    THE    FIRST. 

I        QOLDIERS  of  Chrift,  arife, 

\.^J    And  put  your  armour  on, 

Strong  m  the  ftrength  which  God  fupplies, 

Through  his  eternal  Son  : 

Strong  in  the  Lord  of  Hofxs, 

:'•   id  in  his  mighty  powJr, 


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Who  in  the  ftrength  of  Jefus  trufts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 
Stand  then  in  his  great  might, 
With  all  his  ftrength  endu'd, 
But  take  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God ; 
That  having  all  things  done, 
And  all  your  conflicts  pail, 
Ye  may  o'ercome  through  Chrift  alone. 
And  itand  entire  at  laft. 
Stand  then  againft  your  foes, 
In  clofe  and  firm  array  : 
Legions  of  wily  fiends  oppofe 
Throughout  the  evil  day ; 
But  meet  the  fons  of  night, 
But  mock  their  vain  defign, 
Arm'd  in  the  arms  of  hreavViy  light, 
Of  righteoufnefs  divine. 
Leave  no  unguarded  place, 
No  weaknefs  of  the  foul : 
Take  ev'ry  virtue,  ev'ry  grace, 
And  fortify  the  whole  : 
Indiflblubly  join'd, 
To  battle  all  proceed, 
But  arm  yourfelves  with  all  the  min^. 
That  was  in  Chrift  your  head. 

HYMN    CLXXV1.     S.  Mi, 

PART    THE     SECOND. 

BUT  above  all  lay  hold 
On  faith's  victorious  fhield  :. 
Arm'd  with  that  adamant  and  gold, 
You're  fure  to  win  the  field : 
P 


l68   TRUSTING  IN  PROVIDENCE. 

If  faith  fill-round  your  heart, 
Satan  fhall  be  fubdu'd, 
Repell'd  his  ev'ry  fiery  dart, 

And  quench'd  with  Jefu's  blood. 


Jefus  hath  dy'd  for  you  ! 

What  can  his  love  withftand  ? 
Believe!  hold  faft  your  fhield,  and  who 
Shall  pluck  you  from  his  hand  ? 
Believe  that  Jefus  reigns, 
All  pow'r  to  him  is  giv'n  : 
Believe,  till  freed  from  lin's  remains : 
Believe  yourfelves  to  heav'n  ! 


To  keep  your  armour  bright, 
Attend  with  conftant  care : 
Still  walking  in  your  Captain's  fight. 
And  watching  unto  pray'r  ; 
Ready  for  all  alarms, 
Steadfaftly  fet  your  face, 
And  always  exercife  your  arms, 
And  ufe  your  ev'ry  grace. 

Pray !  without  ceafing,  pray, 
(Your  Captain  gives  the  word) 
His  fummons  cheerfully  obey, 
And  call  upon  the  Lord: 
To  God  your  ev'ry  want, 
In  initant  pray'r  difplay  ; 
Pray,  always  pray,  and  never  faint, 
Prav!   without  ceriir.^,  pra"' 


TRUSTING    IN     PROVIDENCF. 


169 


H  Y  M  N    CLXXVI.     L.  M. 

Seel-  ye  the  kingdom  of  God>  and  all  thefe  things  Jhall 
he  added.     Luke  xii.   31. 

1  IT^EACE,  troubled  foul,  thou jiccd'ft  not 
JL  Thy  great  Provider  Mill  is  near;  [fear: 
Who  fed  thee  laft  will  feed  thee  {till, 

Be  calm,  and  fink  into  his  will. 

2  The  Lord  who  built  the  earth  and  fky* 
In  mercy  ftoops  to  hear  thy  cry ; 

His  promife  all  may  freely  claim, 
*'  Alk,  and  receive  In  Jefu's  name.'* 

3  His  flores  are  open  all,  and  free 
To  fuch  as  truly  upright  be  ; 
"Water  and  bread  he'll  give  for  food, 
With  ail  thing:,  elfe  which  he  fees  good, 

±  Your  facrecl  hairs  which  are  fo  fnaall, 


By  God  himfelf 


iber'd  all ; 


This  truth  he's  publim'd  all  abroad, 
That  men  may  learn  to  trull  the  Lord. 
The  ravens  daily  he  doth  feed, 
And  fends  them  food  as  they  have  need, 
Although  they  nothing  have  in  (lore, 
Yet  as  they  lack  he  gives  them  more. 
Then  do  not  feck  with  anxious  care, 
What  ye  fliall  eat,   or  drink,   or  wear : 
Your  heav'nly  Father  will  you  feed, 
He  kriows  that  all  thefe  things  you  need. 
Without  refetfve  give  Chrift  your  heart; 
Let  him  his  righteoufnefs  impart ; 
Then  all  things  elfe  he'll  freely  give  ; 
With  him  you  all  things  (hall  receive. 


170  SUFFERING. 

3  Thus  fhall  the  foul  be  truly  bleft, 
That  feeks  in  God  his  only  reft-:. 
May  I  that  happy  perfon  be, 
In  time  and  in  eternity ! 

— . — <-<^g>^|<^>£sfc>>-> 

SUFFERING. 

HYMN     CLXXVIII.     Traveller. 
O  M  E  on,   my  partners  in  diftrefs, 


c 


My  comrades  through  the  wildernefs. 

Who  ftill  your  bodies  feel ; 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears., 

To  that  celeftial  hill, 
3  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  fpace, 
Look  forward  to  that  heav'nly  place,' 

The  faints'  fecure  abode  : 
On  faith's  ftrong  eagle-pinions  rife, 
And  force  your  paflage  to  the  fkies, 

And  fcale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  Who  fuffer  with  our  Matter  here, 
We  fhall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  fide  fit  down  : 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  fure  ; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  crofs,  fhall  wear  the  crown. 

4  Thrice  blefied  blifs,  infpiring  hope  ; 
It  lifts  the  fainting  fpirits  up  : 

It  brixigs  to  life  the  dead  ! 
Our  conflicts  here  (hall  foon  be  paft, 
And  you  and  I  afcend  at  laft 

Triumphant  with  pur  Head-.-, 


SUFFERING.  171 

5  That  great  myflerious  Deity 

We  foon  with  open  face  fhall  fee  : 

The  beatific  light, 
Shall  fill  the  heav'nly  courts  with  pr&ifcj 
And  wide  diffufe  the  golden  blaze 

Of  everlafting  light. 

6  The  Father  fhining  on  his  throne. 
The  glorious  co-eternal  Son, 

The  Spirit  one  and  fev'n, 
Confpirc  our  rapture  to  complete  ; 
And  lo  !    we  fail  before  his  feet, 
And  filence  heightens  heav'n. 
I7    In  hope  of  that  ecftatic  paufe, 
£      Jefu,  we  now  futtain  the  crofs. 
And  at  thy  footftool  fall, 
Till  thou  our  hidden  life  reveal, 
Till  thou  our  ravifh'd  fpirits  fill, 
1^  And  God  is  all  in  all. 

St     HYMN     CLXXIX.     Wedne/bury. 


K 


V      A   ND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
jTjL   And  let  it  faint  or  die, 
My  foul  (hall  quit  the  mournful  vale. 

And  foar  to  worlds  on  high  : 
Shall  join  the  difembody'd  faints, 

And  find  its  long-fought  reit, 
That  only  blifs  for  which  it  pants 
In  the  Redeemer's  breafl. 
2   In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 
I  now  the  crofs  fuflain, 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 
And  fmile  at  toil  ?.n4.  pain  : 
P   2 


I'jl  SUFFERING. 

1  fuffer  on  my  threescore  years 

Till  my  Deliv'rer  come, 
And  wipe  away  his  fervant's  tears, 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  O  what  hath  Jefus  bought  for t me  I 

Before  my  ravifh'd  eyes 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  fee,    ' 

And  trees  of  paaradife  ! 
I  fee  a  world  of  fpirits  bright, 

Who  tafte  the  pleafures  there  ! 
They  all  are  rob'd  in  fpotlefs  white, 

And  conqu'ring  palms  they  bear. 

4  O  what  are  all  my  fufP  rings  here, 

If  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet 
With  that  enraptur'd  hoft  t'  appear, 

And  worfhip  at  thy  feet ! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  eafe  or  pain^, 

Take  life  or  friends  away  ; 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 

HYMN    CLXXX.     Epworth. 

i   T  T  A  P  P  Y  foul,  thy  days  are  ended^ 
JL  X    All  thy  mourning  days  below; 
Go,  by  angel-guards  attended, 
To  the  fight  of  Jefus,  go. 

2  Waiting  to  receive  thy  fpirit, 

Lo  !   the  Saviour  (lands  above, 
Shews  the  purchafe  of  his  merit, 
Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 


SUFFERING.  173 

3  Struggle  through  thy  lateft  paffion 

To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  b.reaft, 
To  his  uttermoft  falvation, 
To  his  everlafling  reft. 

4  For  the  joy  he  fe-ts  before  thee, 

Bear  a  momentary  pain  ; 
Die,  to  live,  a  life  of  glory  ; 
Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 

HYMN     CLXXXI.      Dying  Stephen 

1  T  T  E  A  D  of  the  church  triumphant. 
X~l    We  joyfully  adore  thee  j 

Till  thou  appear, 

Thy  members  here 
Shall  fing  like  thofe  in  glory. 
We  lift  our  hearts  and  voiceg 
With  bleft  anticipation  ; 

And  cry  aloud, 

And  give  to  God 
The  praife  of  our  falvation. 

2  While  in  affliction's  furnace, 
And  palling  through  the  fire,- 

Thy  love  we  praife, 

Which  knows  no  days, 
And  ever  brings  us  nigher ; 
We  clap  our  hands  exulting 
In  thine  almighty  favour; 

The  love  divine 

Which  made  us  thine, 
Can  keep  us  thine  for  ev 


I  74  FUNERAL. 

3  Thou  doft"  criYichidt  thy  people 
Through  torrents  of  temptation  : 

Nor  will  we  fear, 

While  thou  art  near, 
The  fire  of  tribulation  : 
The  world  with  fin  and  Satan, 
In  vain  our  march  oppofes  ; 

By  thee  we  mall 

Break  through  them  all, 
And  ling  the  Song  of  Mofes. 

4  By  faith  we  fee  the  glory 

To  which  thou  malt  reiWe  us, 

The  crofs  defpife 

For  that  high  prize 
Which  thou  haft  fet  before  us  * 
And  if  thcu  count  us  worthy, 
We  each,  as  dying  Stephen, 

Shall  fee  thee  (land 

At  God's  right  hand, 
To  take  us  up  to  heav'n. 

- — -<-<^  ^f.^»!»>.>.  — — 

FUNERAL. 

HYMN     CLXXXII.      Funsral 

I       AH!  lovely  appearance  of  death, 
Jl  jL   What  fight  upon  earth  is  fo  fair  I 
Not  all  the  gay  pageants  that  breathe, 

Can  with  a  dead  body  compare  ; 
With  folemn  delight  I  furvey 

The  corpfe,  when  the  fpirit  is  fled^ 
In  love  with  the  beautiful  clay, 

And  longing  to  lie  in  its  ilcai. 


FUNERAL.       ,  175 

1  How  bleft  is  our  brother,  bereft 

Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind  j 
How  eafy  the  fool  that  has  left 

This  wearifome  body  behind  i 
Of  evil  incapable  thou, 

Whofe  relics  with  envy  I  fee, 
No  longer  in  mifery  now, 

No  longer  a  linner  like  me. 

;  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 

With  ficknefs,  or  fhaken  with  pain., 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 

And  never  ihall  vex  him  again  : 
No  anger  henceforward,  or  {hame, 

Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay  ; 
Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 

And  paflion  is  vanifh'd  away. 

This  languifhing  head  is  at  reft, 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er, 
This  quiet  immoveable  bread 

Is  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more ; 
This  heart  is  no  longer  the  feat 

Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain  ; 
It  ceafes  to  flutter  and  beat, 

It  never  fhall  flutter  again. 

The  lids  he  fo  feldom  could  clofe, 

By  forrow  forbidden  to  fleep, 
SeaPd  up  in  eternal  repofe, 

Have  itrangely  forgotten  to  weep  :    . 
The  fountains  can  yield  no  fupplfes  ; 

Thefe  hollows  from  water  are  free, 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  thefe  eyes, 

And  evil  they  never  fhali  fee. 


173  FUNERAL. 

9  To  mourn  and  feo  fuller  is  mine, 

While  bound  in   a  prifon  I  breath 
And  fttll  for  deliverance  pine, 


t> 


And  prefs  to  the  iiTv.es  of  death  : 
What  now  -frith  my  tears  I  bedew, 
O  might  I  this  moment  become  ! 
My  fpirit  created  anew. 

My  ffefti  be  confign'd  to  the  tomb  ! 
H  Y  M  N  CLXXXIII.  Shepherd  of  If  ma 
IjHJs)  EjOlCE  for  a  brother  deceas'd, 
JC\.    Our  lofs  is  liis  infinite  gain; 
A  foul  cut  of  prifen  releas'd, 

And  freed  from  its  bodily  chain  ; 
With  fongs  let  us  follow  his  flight, 
And  meant  with  his  fpirit  above, 
Eicap'd   to  the  man  lions  of  Iiglht, 

And  lodg'd  in  the  Eden  of  love. 
Our  brother  the  haven  hath  gain'd, 
Out-flying  the  temped  and  wind  ; 
His  red  he  hath  fooner  obtain'd, 

And  left  his  companions  behind, 
Still  tofs'd  on  a  fea  of  diitrefs, 

Hard  toiling  to  make  the  bled  Pncre, 
"Where  all  is  auurance  and  peace, 
And  forrow  and  fin  are  no  more. 
3   There  all  the  (hip's  company  meet, 

Who  faiFd  with  the  Saviour  beneath, 
With  moating  each  other  they  greet, 

And  triumph  o'er  trouble  and  death  : 
The  voyage  of  life's  at  an   end, 

The  mortal  affliction  is  pad, 
The  age,  that  in  heaven  they  fpend, 
For  ever  and  ever  (hall  laft, 


FUNERAL.  177 


H  Y  M  N    CLXXXIV.     ? 

TI  S  finifVd,  'tis  done  ! 
The  fpirit  is  fl 
Tlie  pris'ner  is  ^onc, 

Ciniiiian  is  dead  : 
The  Chriftian  is  living 

Thro'  Jeius's  love, 
And  gladly  receiving 
A  kingdom  above. 
All  honour  and  praiie 

Are  Jeius's  due  : 
Supported  by  grace, 

He  fought  his  war  throw 
Triumphantly  glorious 

Through  Jeius's  zeal, 
And  more  than  victorious 

O'er  fin,  death,  and  hell. 
Then  let  us  record 

The  conquering  name, 
Our  Captain  and  Lord 

With  fhoutings  proclaim*} 
Who  truft  in  his  pafiion 

And  follow  our  Head, 
To  certain   falvation 

We  all  mall  be  led. 
O  "jefus,  lead  on 

Thy  militant  care, 
And  give  us  the  crown 

Of  rigftteoufnefs  there : 
Where  dazzled  with  glory 
The  fcraphim  gaze, 
]    oftrate  adore  thee, 
fil  c  1  of  praifc. 


178  FUNERAL. 

5       Come  Lord,  and  difplay, 

Thy  fign  in  the  fky, 
And  bear  us  away 

To  manfions  on  high  ; 
The  kingdom  be  given, 

The  purchafe  divine, 
And  crown  us  in  heaven 

Eternally  thine. 

HYMN    CLXXXV.     Sion, 

1  TJ  OS  ANNA  to  Jefus  on  high  ! 
Jt  X  Another  has  enter' d  his  reft, 
Another  has  'fcap'd  to  the  ifcy, 

And  lodg'd  in  Immanuel's  bread  i 
The  foul  of  our  lifter  is  gone, 

To  heighten  the  triumph  above, 
Exalted  to  Jefus's  throne, 

And  clafp'd  in  the  arms  of  his  love. 

2  What  fulnefs  of  rapture  is  there, 

While  Jefus  his  glory  difplays, 
And  purples  the  heavenly  air, 

And  fcatters  the  odours  of  grace  ! 
He  looks — and  his  fervants  in  light 

The  bleflings  ineffable  meet ; 
He  fmiles,  and  they  faint  at  his  fight, 

And  fall  overwhelmed  at  his  feet. 

^  How  happy  the  angels  that  fall, 
Tranfported  at  Jefus's  name  : 
The  faints  whom  he  fooneft  fhall  call, 
To  fhare  in  the  feaft  of  the  Lamb  J 


! 


FUNEkALo  179 

No  longer  imprifon'd  in  clay, 

Who  next  from  his  dungeon  (hall  fly, 

Who  firft  fhall  be  fumrnon'd  away — 
My  merciful  God — is  it  I  ? 

O  Jefus,  if  this  be  thy  will, 

That  fuddenly  I  ihould  depart, 
Thy  counfel  of  mercy  reveal, 

And  whifper  the  call  in  my  heart : 
O  give  me  a  fignal  to  know, 

If  foon  thou  would  ft  have  me  remove, 
And  leave  the  dull  body  below,- 

And  fly  to  the  regions  above. 

HYMN     CLXXXVI.     Hamilton's, 

A  P  P  Y  who  in  Jefus  live, 
But  happier  (till  are  they 
Who  to  God  their  fpirits  give, 
And  'fcape  from  earth  away : 
Lord,  thou  read'ft  the  panting  heart, 

Lord,  thou  hear'ft  the  praying  figh  j 
O  'tis  better  to  depart, 
'Tis  better  far  to  die. 

Yet  if  fo  thy  will  ordain 

For  our  companions'  good, 
Let  us  in  the  flefh  remain, 

And  meekly  bear  the  load  ; 
Till  we  have  our  grief  fill'd  up, 

Till  we  all  our  works  have  dene, 
Late  partakers  of  our  hope, 

And  fharers  oT  thy  throne. 


180  For  Persons  joined  in  >Fellovj  sm. 

3  To  thy  wife  and  gracious  will 

We  quietly  fubmit, 
Waiting  for  redemption  ftill, 

But  waiting  at  thy  fee*  : 
When  thou  wiU  the  blcffing  give3 

Call  us  up  thy  face  to  fee : 
Only  let  thy  fervants  Y\v^t 

And  let  us  die  to  thee. 

■ — -  •<  ^«g^»^-.< 

JwPERSONS>W/«  FELLOWSHII 

HYMN    CLXXXVII.     Buihh. 

1  jpl  OME  away  to  the  fides, 
\^_j    My  beloved,  arife, 

And  rejoice  in  the  day  thou  wad  bora ■$ ■- 

On  this  feftival  day, 

Come  exulting  away, 
And  with  fmging  to  Sion  return. 

2  We  have  laid  up  our  love 
.-\nd  treafure  above, 

Tho'  our  bodies  continue  below  : 

The  redeem'd  of  the  Lord, 

We  remember  his  word, 
And  with  fin'ging  to  paradife  go,  - 

3  With- fmging  we  praife 
The  original  grace, 

By  our  heav'nly  Father  beftc.v'c!  r 

Our  being  receive 

From  his  bounty,  and  live 
To  the  honour  and  glory  of  God/* 


I'r  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship.  i8e 

For  thy  glory  we  are 

Created  to  (hare, 
Both  the  nature  and  kingdom  divine j 

Created  again, 

Tltat  our  fouls  may  remain 
In  time  and  eternity  thine. 

With  thanks  we  approve 

The  dcfign  of  thy  love, 
Which  hath  join'd  us  in  Jefus's  name  j 

So  united  in  heart, 

That  we  never  can  part, 
Till  we  meet  at  the  feaft  of  the  Lamb, 

t      There,  there  at  his  feet, 
We  (hall  fuddenly  meet, 
And  be  parted  in  body  no  more  ! 
We  mail  fing  to  our  lyres, 
With  the  heavenly  choirs, 
And  our  Saviour  in  glory  adore. 

Hallelujah  we  fing 
To  our  Father  and  King, 
'  And  his  rapturous  praifes  repeat  £ 
To  the  Lamb  that  was  flain 
Hallelujah  again, 
Sing  all  heaven,  and  fall  at  his  feet* 

i        In  afluran.ce  of  hope, 
We  to  Jefus  look  up, 
Till  his  banner  unfurl'd  in  the  air 
From  cur  graves  we  mall  fee, 
And  cry  out,   "  It  is  he," 
And  fly  up  to  acknowledge  him  there. 


4 


I 8  2  For  Pe  R  sfo  N  s  joined  in  Fe  L  LOWSHIP, 

HYMN    CLXXXVIII.     Derby, 
T        f^i  O  M  E,  let  us  anew 

V_y    Our  journey  purftfe, 

With  vigour  arife, 
And  prefs  to  our  permanent  place  in  the  fkies ; 

Of  heavenly  birth, 

Tho*  wand'ring  on  earth, 

This  is  not  our  place, 
But  ftrangers  and  pilgrims  ourfelves  we  confefs. 
^        At  Jefus's  call 

We  give  up  our  all, 

And  full  we  forego, 
For  Jefus's  fake,  our  enjoyments  below  ; 

Nd  longing  we  find 

For  the  country  behind  ; 

But  onward  we  move, 
And  ilill  we  are  feeking  a  country  abore. 

3  A  country  of  joy, 
Without  any  alloy, 
We  thither  repair, 

Our  hearts  and  our  treafure  already  are  there, - 

We  march  hand  in  hand 

To  Immanuel's  land  ; 

No  matter  what  eheer 
We  meet  with  on  earth,  for  eternity's  near-! 

4  The  rougher  our  way, 
The  fhorter  our  ftay  ; 
The  tempefts  that  rife 

Shall  glorioufly  hurry  our  fouls  to  the  flues.; 

The  fiercer  the  blaft, 

The  fooner  'tis  part, 

The  troubles  that  come. 
Shall  come  to  our  refcue,  and  haften  us  home. 


For  T ers ok s  joined  in  Fellowship.   183 

HYMN    CLXXXIX.    Buihh. 

1  f~^\  OME,  let  us  afcend, 

\^y    My  companion  and  friend, 
To  tafte  of  the  banquet  above  ! 

If  thy  heart  be'fcs  mine, 

If  for  Jefus  it  pine, 
Come  up  into  the  chariot  of  love. 

2  Who  in  jefus  confide, 
We  are  bold  to  out-ride 

The  ftorms  of  affliction  beneath  ! 

W ith  the  prophet  we  foar 

To  the  heavenly  more, 
And  oiiWBy  all  the  arrows  of  death, 
I        By  faith  we  arc  come 

To  our  permanent  home  : 
By  hope  we  the  rapture  improve  ; 

By  love  we  {till  rife, 

And  look  down  on  the  fkies, 
For  the  heaven  of  heavens  is  love, 
4.       Who  on  earth  can  conceive, 

How  happy  we  live 
In  the  palace  of  God,  the  great  King! 

What  a  concert  of  praife, 

When  our  Jefus's  grace 
The  whole  heavenly  company  fing  ! 
5        What  a  rapturous  fong, 

When  the  glorify'd  throng 
In  the  fpirit  of  harmony  join  ! 

join  all  the  glad  choirs, 

Hearts,  voices,  and  lyres, 
I  the  burden  is  mercy  divine, 


j  84  -For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship, 

6  Hallelujah  they  cry, 
To  the  king  of  the  fky, 

To  the  great  everlafting  I  AM  f 

To  the  Lamb  that  was  flain, 

And  liveth  again, 
Hallelujah  to  God  and  the  Lamb, 

7  The  Lamb  on  the  throne, 
Lo  !   he  dwells  with  his  own, 

And  to  rivers  of  pleafure  he  leads  ;. 

With  his  mercy's  full  blaze, 

With  the  fight  of  his  face,  - 
Our  beatify'd  fpirits  he  feeds., 

8  Our  foreheads  proclaim 
His  ineffable  name  ; 

Our  bodies  his  glory  difplay  ; 

A  day  without  night 

We  feafl  in  his  fight, 
And  eternity  feems  as  a  day  1 

HYMN    CXC.     C.  M. 
ESUS,  great  Shepherd  of  the  fheep, 
To  thee  for  help  we  fly  : 
Thy  little  flock  in  fafety  keep, 
For  O  the  wolf  is  nigh  ! 

He  comes,  of  hellifh  malice  full, 

To  fcatter,   tear,  and  flay  ; 
He  feizes  ev'ry  Straggling  foul, 

As  his  own  lawful  prey. 

Us  into  thy  protection  take, 

And  gather  with  thy  arm  : 
Unlefs  the  fold  wc  firft  forfake, 

The  wolf  can  never  harm. 


For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship.   185 

4  We  laugh  to  fcorn  his  cruel  pow'r, 

While  by  our  Shepherd's  fide  j 
The  fheep  he  never  can  devour, 
Unlefs  he  firfl  divide. 

5  O  do  not  fuffer  him  to  part 

The  fouls  that  here  agree  ! 
But  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart, 
And  keep  us  one  in  thee  ! 

6  Together  let  us  fweetly  live, 

Together  let  us  die  ; 
And  each  a  ftarry  crown  receive, 
And  reign  above  the  fky. 

HYMN    CXCI.     C.  M. 

1  r  I  1  RY  us,  O  God,  and  fearch  the  ground 

J       Of  ev'ry  iinful  heart ; 
Whate'er  of  fin  in  us  is  found, 
O  bid  it  all  depart !     .       > 

2  When  to  the  right  or  left  we  flray, 

Leave  us  not  comfortlefs  ; 
But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
Of  everlafling  peace. 

3  Help  us  to  help  each  other,  Lord, 

Each  other's  crofs  to  bear  ; 

Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 

And  feel  his  brother's  care. 

4  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up, 

Our  little  ftock  improve  ; 
Increafe  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 
And  perfect  us  in  love, 


1 86  For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowsh ip. 

5  Up  into  thee,  our  living  Head, 

Let  us  in  all  things  grow, 
Till  thou  haft  made  us  free  indeed, 
And  fpotlefs  here  below. 

6  Then,  when  the  mighty  work  is  wrought, 

Receive  thy  ready  bride  ; 
Give  us  in  heaven  a  happy  lot 
With  all  the  fandify'd. 

HYMN     CXCII.      Cardiff. 

1  HpHOU  God  of  truth  and  love, 

JL      We  feek  thy  perfect  way, 
Ready  thy  choice  t'  approve, 

Thy  providence  t'  obey, 
Enter  into  thy  wife  defign, 
And  fweetly  lofe  our  will  in  thine. 

2  Why  haft  thou  caft  our  lot 

In  the  fame  age  and  place  ? 
And  why  together  brought 

To  fee  each  other's  face  ; 
To  join  with  fofteft  fympathy  ; 
And  mix  our  friendly  fouls  in  theev? 

3  Didjft  thou  riot  make  us  one, 

That  we  might  one  remain, 
Together  travel  on, 

And  bear  each  other's  pain, 
Till  all  thy  utmoft  goodr.cfs  prove, 
And  rife  renew'd  in  perfect  love? 
A   Surely  thou  didft  unite 

Our  kindred  fpirits  here. 
That  all  hereafter  might 

Before  thy  throne  appear.- 


r  Versoks  joined  in  Fellowship.   187 

Meet  at  the  marriage  of  the  Lamb, 
And  all  thy  glorious  love  proclaim*' 
j  Then  let  us  ever  bear 

The  blcffed  end  in  view, 
And  join  with  mutual  care, 

To  fight  our  pafiage  through  ; 
And  kindly  help  each  other  on, 
Till  all  receive  the  ftarry  crown.. 
O  may  the  Spirit  feal 

Our  fouls  unto  that  day  J 
With  all  thy  fulnefs  fill, 

.And  then  tranfport  away  ! 
Away  to  our  eternal  reft, 
Away  to  our  Redeemer's  bread  ! 

HYMN     CXCIII.     Hamilton's. 

1  "FEATHER  of  our  dying  Lord, 
JC     Remember  us  for  good, 

O  fulfil  his  faithful  word, 

And  hear  his  fpeaking  blood  ! 
Give  us  that  for  which  he  prays  ; 

Father,   glorify  thy  Son  ; 
Shew  his  truth,  and  pow'r,  and  grace  j 

And  fend  the  promife  down. 

2  True  and  Faithful  Witnefs,  thou, 

O  Chrift,  the  fpirit  give  ! 
Haft  thou  not  receiv'd  him  now, 

That  we  might  now  receive  ? 
Art  thou  not  our  living  Head  ? 

Life  to  all  thy  Limbs  impart: 
Shed  thy  love,  thy  fpirit  filed. 

In  every  waiting  heart. 


1 88  iv;  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship, 

3   Holy  Ghcft,  the  Comforter, 

The  gift  of  Jefus,  come: 
Glows  our  heart  to  find  thee  near, 

And  fwells  to  make  thee  room  : 
Prefent  with  us  thee  we  feel, 

Come,  O  come,  and  in  us  be  { 
With  us,  in  us,  live  and  dwell 

To  all  eternity. 

HYMN     CXCIV.     Hotham. 

i     T  ESU,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee, 
3     Let  us  in  thy  name  agree ; 
Shew  thyfelf  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Bid  our  jars  for  ever  ceafe. 

2  By  thy  reconciling  love 
Ev'ry  ftumbling  block  remove  ; 
Each  to  each  unite,  endear; 
Come  and  ipread  thy  banner  here. 

3  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kind, 
Lowly,  meek  in  thought  and  word  j 
Altogether  like  our  Lord. 

4  Let  us  each  for  other  care, 
Each  the  other's  burden  bear  ; 
To  thy  church  the  pattern  give, 
Shew  how  true  believers  live. 

5  Free  from  anger  and  from  pride, 
Let  lib  thus  in  God  abide  ; 

All  the  depths  of  love  exprefs, 
All  the  heights  of  holmefs* 


F^r  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship.   189 

5  Let  us  then  with  joy  remove 
To  thy  family  above  ; 
On  the  wings  of  angels  fly  ; 
Shew  how  true  believers  die. 


H  Y  M  N    CXCV.    C.  M. 

i    TESU,  united  by  thy  grace, 
*J     And  each  to  each  endear'd, 
With  confidence  we  feek  thy  face, 
And  know  our  pray'r  is  heard. 

;   Still  let  us  own  our  common  Lord, 
And  besr  thine  eafy  yoke, 
A  band  of  love,  a  three-fold  cord,. 
Which  never  can  be  broke. 

Make  us  into  one  fpirit  drink  : 

Baptize  into  thy  name  ; 
And  let  us  always  kindly  think, 

And  fweetly  fpeak  the  fame. 

Touch'd  by  the  load  (lone  of  thy  lcve? 

Let  all  our  hearts  agree  ; 
And  ever  tow'rds  each  other  move, 

And  ever  move  tow'rds  thee. 

To  thee  infeparabiy  join'd, 

Let  all  our,  fpirits  cleave  ; 
O  may  Ave  all  the  loving  mind* 

That  was  in  thee,  receive  ! 

This  is  the  bond  of  perfedlnefs, 

Thy  fpotlefs  charity  : 
O  let  us  ftill,  we  pray,  poffefs 

The  mind  that  was  in  thee  J    . 


ipo  For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship 

7  Grant  this,  and  then  from  all  below 

Infenfibly  remove  ; 
Our  fouls  their  change  fhall  fcarcely  know, 
Made  perfect  firft  in  love. 

8  With  eafe  our  foul  thro'  death  fhall  glide 

Into  their  paradife  ; 
And  thence  on  wings  of  angels  ride 
Triumphant  thro'  the  ikies. 

9  Yet  when  the  full  eft  joy  is  giv'n, 

The  fame  delight  we  prove  ; 
In  earth,  in  paradife,  in  heaven, 
Our  All  in  All  is  love. 

HYMN     CXCVI.     Love-Feajl. 

PART    THE    FIRST. 

s    1^0 ME,  and  let  us  fweetly  join, 
\^y    Chrift  to  praife  in  hymns  divine  ! 
Give  we  all  with  one  accord, 
Glory  to  our  common  Lord  ; 
Hands,  and  hearts,  and  voices  raife  : 
Sing  as  in  the  ancient  days  ; 
Antedate  the  joys  above, 
Celebrate  the  feaft  of  love. 

2   Strive  we,  in  affection  ftrive ; 
Let  the  purer  flame  revive, 
Such  as  in  the  martyrs  glow'd, 
Dying  champions  for  their  God* 
We  like  them  may  live  and  love  ; 
Call'd  we  are  their  joys  to  prove  ; 
Sav'd  with  them  from  future  wrath- 
Partners  of  like  precious  faith. 


For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship.   191 

3  Sing  we  then  in  Jefu's  name, 
Now  as  yefterday  the  fame  : 
One  in  ev'ry  time  and  place, 
Full  for  all  of  truth  and  grace  : 
We  for  Chrift  our  mailer  ftand, 
Lights  in  a  benighted  land  : 
We  our  dying  Lord  confefs  ; 
We  are  Jefu's  witneffes. 

4.  Witneffes  that  Chrift  hath  dy'd  ; 
We  with  him  are  crucify'd : 
Chrift  hath  burft  the  bands  of  death  ; 
We  his  quick'ning  Spirit  breathe  ; 
Chrift  is  now  gone  up  on  high  ; 
Thither  all  our  wifhes  fly  ; 
Sits  at  God's  right  hand  above ; 
There  with  him  we  reign  in  love. 

HYMN     CXCVII.      Foundery, 

PART    THE    SECOND. 

1  /^OME,  thou  high  and  lofty  Lord; 
\_y    Lowly,  meek,  incarnate  word  ; 
Humbly  ftoop  to  earth  again  ; 

Come  and  viiit  abject  man  ! 
Jefu,  dear  expected  gueft, 
Thou  art  bidden  to  the  feaft  ; 
For  thyfelf  our  hearts  prepare  ! 
Come,  and  fit,  and  banquet  therev; 

2  Jefu,  we  thy  promlfe  claim  :  > 
We  are  met  in  thy  great  name*;- 
In  the  mid  ft  do  thou  appear, 
Manifeft  thy  prefence  here  ! 

R 


192  For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship 

San£lify  us  Lord*  and  hlefs, 
Breathe  thy  Spirit,  give  thy  peace  : 
Thou  thyfelf  within  us  move .! 
Make  our  feaft  a  feaft  of  love. 

3  Let  the  fruits  of  grace  abound ; 
Let  in  us  thy  bowels  found  ; 
Faith,  and  love,  and  joy  increafe, 
Temperance  and  gentlenefs ; 
Plant  in  us  thy  humble  mind, 
Patient,  pitiful,  and  kind  : 
Meek  and  lowly  let  us  be, 

Full  of  goodnefs,  full  of  thee, 

4  Make  us  all  in  thee  complete  : 
Make  us  all  for  glory  meet : 
Meet  t'  appear  before  thy  fight, 
Partners  with  the  faints  in  light  i- 
Call,  O  call  us  each  by  name, 
To  the  marriage  of  the  Lamb  : 
Let  us  lean  upon  thy  breaii  ; 
Love  be  there  our  endlefs  feaft. 

HYMN     CXCVIII.     C.  M. 

i    fi  OMF,  let  us  ufe  the  grace  divine, 
%^_S    And  all  with  one  accord, 
In  a  perpetual  cov'nant  join 
Ourfelves  to  Chrift  the  Lord : 
2   Give  up  ourfelves  thro'  Jefu's  pow'iy 
His  name  to  glorify, 
And  promife  in  this  facred  hour, 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 
a  The  cov'nant  we  this  moment  make, 
Be  ever  kept  m  mind  ; 


Fjr  Persons  joined  in  Fe  l  l  o  w  s  ii  i  p  .   193 

We  will  no  more  our  God  forfake, 
Or  call  his  words  behind. 

\  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear 
Who  hears  our  folemn  vow  ; 
And  if  thou  art  well-pleas'd  to  hear, 
Ccme  down  and  meet  us  now. 

y  Thee,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
Let  all  our  hearts  receive  ; 
Prefent  with  the  celeftial  holt, 
The  peaceful  anfwer  give. 

5  To  each  the  cov'nant  blood  apply, 
Which  takes  our  fins  away  ; 
And  regifter  our  names  on  hi^h, 
And  keep  us  to  that  day. 

HYMN    CXCIX.     L.  M. 

On  admitting  a  New  Member. 

[    pROTHERin  Chrift,  and  well-belov'd. 
J[3   To  Jefus  and  his  fervants  dear, 
Enter  and  ftiew  thyfelf  apprqv'd  ; 
Enter,  and  find  that  God  is  here. 

l  'Scap'd  from  the  world,  redeem'd  from  fin, 
By  fiends  purfu'd,  by  men  abhorr'd, 
Come  in,  poor  fugitive,  come  in, 
And  fhare  the  portion  of  thy  Lord. 

{  Welcome  f.orn  earth  ! — lo,  the  right  hand 
Of  feilowlhjp  to  thee  we  give  ! 
With  open  arms  and  hearts  we  (land, 
Acd  thee  in  Jefu's  name  receive. 


Ip4  $cr  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship. 

4.  Say,  is  thy  heart  refolv'd  as  ours  ? 
Then  let  it  burn  with  facred  love : 
Then  let  it  tafte  the  heav'nly  povv'rs, 
Partaker  of  the  joys  above. 

£  Jefu,  attend,  thyfelf  reveal  ! 

Are  we  not  met  in  thy  great  name  ? 
Thee  in  the  midft  we  wait  to  feel, 

We  wait  to  catch  the  fpreading  flame. 

6  Thou  God,  that  anfwereft  by  fire, 

The  fpirit  of  burning  now  impart, 
And  let  the  flames  of  pure  defire 
Rife  from  the  altar  of  each  heart. 

7  Truly  our  fellowship  below, 

With  thee  and  with  the  Father  is-: 
In  thee  eternal  life  we  know, 
And  heav'n's  unutterable  blifs. 

8  In  part  we  only  know  thee  here, 

But  wait  thy  coming  from  above  ; — 
And  I  (hall  then  behold  thee  near,. 
And  I  fhall  all  be  loft  in  love. 


p 


H  Y  M  N     CC.     Hotham. 

On  vjfiting  a  Friend. 

EACE  be  on  this  h-oufe  beftow'd, 
Peace  on  all  that  here  re  fide ; 
Let  the  unknown  peace  of  God 

With  the  man  of  peace  abide  ! 
Let  the  Spirit  now  come  down  : 

Let  the  bleffing  now  take  place  ; 
Son  of  peace  receive  thy  crown, 
Fulnefs  of  the  gcfpel-grace. 


c  r>.  o  w  n  j 


2  Chrift,  my  mailer,  and  my  Lord., 

Let  me  thy  forerunner  be  ; 
O  be  mindful  of  thy  word, 

Viiit  them,  and  vifit  me  ! 
To  this  houfe,  and  all  herein, 

Now  let  thy  falvation  come  ! 
Save  our  fouls  from  inbred  fin  ; 

Make  us  thy  eternal  home  ! 

3  Let  us  never,  never  reft, 

Till  the  promife  is  fulfill  : 
Till  we  are  of  thee  poffefs'd, 

Pardon'd,  fanftify'd,  and  feal'd  I 
Till  we  all,  in  love  renew'd, 

Find  the  pearJ  that  Adam  loft, 
Temples  of  the  living  God, 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft  \ 

H  Y  M  N    CCI.     C.  M. 
Partin  g. 

i    "TJ  LEST  be  the  dear  uniting  lay 
J3   That  will  not  let  us  part ; 
Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove, 
We  itiil  are  one  in  heart. 
2  Join'd  in  one  fpirit  to  our  Heac^ 
Where  he  appoints  we  go  ; 
And  ftill  in  Jefu's  footfteps  tread, 
And  fhew  his  pralfe  below. 
\  O  may  we  ever  walk  in  him, 
And  nothing  know  bdide. 
Nothing  defire,  nothing  eileem, 
But  Jefus  crucify'd  i 

R  3 


iq6  For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship,. 

4  Clofer  and  clofer  let  us  cleave 

To  his  belov'd  embrace  ; 
Expecl  his  fulnefs  to  receive, 
And  grace  to  anfwer  grace. 

5  Partakers  of  the  Saviour's  grace, 

The  fame  in  mind  and  heart, 
Nor  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time,  nor  place. 
Nor  life,  nor  death  can  part. 

6  But  let  us  haften  to  the  day, 

Which  mall  our  flefh  reftore  : 
When  death  mall  all  be  done  away, 
And  bodies  part  no  more. 

HYMN     CCII.      Trumpet. 

1  TESUS,  accept  the  praife 

J    That  to  thy  name  belongs  ; 
Matter  of  all  our  praife, 

Subject  of  all  our  fongs : 
Through  thee  we  now  together  came. 
And  part  exulting  in  thy  name. 

2  In  flefh  we  part  a  while, 

But  ftill  in  fpirit  join'd, 
T'  embrace  the  happy  toil, 

Thou  haft  to  each  affign'd  : 
And  while  we  do  thy  blefied  will, 
We  bear  our  heaven  about  us-  ft  ill* 

3  O  let  us  then  go  on 

In  all  thy  pleafattt  ways, 
And  arm'd  with  patience,  run 

With  joy  the  appointed  race  ! 
Keep  us,  and  ev'ry  feeking  foul. 
Till  all  attain  the  heav'nly  goal. 


hr  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship.   197 

.  There  we  (hall  meet  again, 

When  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 
And  death,  and  grief,  and  pain, 

And  parting  are  no  more  : 
We  mail  with  all  our  brethren  rife, 
And  grafp  thee  in  the  flaming  flues,. 

O  happy,  happy  day, 

That  calls  thy  exiles  home  ! 
The  heavens  mall  pafs  away  1 

The  earth  receive  its  doom  : 
Earth  we  mail  view  and  heav'n  deftroy'd, 
And  (hout  above  the  fiery  void. 

Then  let  us  watt  the  found 

That  (hall  our  fouls  releafe, 
And  labour  to  be  found 

Of  him  in  fpotlefs  peace  ; 
In  perfect  holinefs  renevv'd, 
Adorn'd  with  Chrift,  and  meet  for  GocJ, 

HYMN    CCIII.     C.  M. 

Waking  for  the  Spirit  of  Adoption* 

AL  L  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
And  never-ceafing  praife, 
While  angels  live  to  know  thy  name. 
Or  men  to  feel  thy  grace. 

With  this  cold  ftony  heart  of  mine, 

J?fus  to  thee  I  flee  ! 
And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  refign, 

To  be  renew'd  bv  thee. 


198  BIRTH-DAY. 

3  Give  me  to  hide  my  blufhing  face. 

While  thy  dear  crofs  appears  ; 
Difiblve  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

4  0  may  the  un corrupted  feed 

Abide  and  reign  within  ; 
And  thy  life-giving  word  forbid 
My  new-born  foul  to  fin. 

5  Father,  I  wait  before  thy  throne.; 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ! 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

6  There  fned  thy  promisM  love  abroad, 

And  make  my  comfort  flrong  ; 
Then  (hall  I  fay,  "  My  Father,  God!" 
With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 


— -...«..«0^f»^»..> 

B  I  R  T  H-D  A  Y. 

H  Y  M  N     CCIV.      Refurnsahn, 

("^  O  D  of  my  life,  to  thee 
Jt    My  cheerful  foul  I  raife ; 
Thy  goodnefs  bade  me  be, 
And  ftill  prolongs  my  days; 
I  fee  my  natal  hour  return, 
And  blefs  the  day  that  I  was  born* 


BIRTH-DAY.  I99 

2        A  clod  of  living" earth, 
I  glorify  thy  name, 
From  whom  alone  my  birth, 
And  all  my  bleflings  came  ; 
Creating  and  preferring  grace 
Let  all  that  is  within  me  praife,. 

Long  as  I  live  beneath, 

To  thee,  O  let  me  live  ; 
To  thee  my  ev'ry  breath 
In  thanks  and  praifes  give  ! 
Whate'er  I  have,  whate'er  I  am, 
Shall  magnify  my  Maker's  name. 

4       My  foul  and  all  its  pow'rs, 

Thine,  wholly  thine  (hall  be  4 
All,  all  my  happy  hours 
I  confecrate  to  thee  : 
Me  to  thine  image  now  reftore, 
And  I  fhall  praife  thee  evermore. 

I  wait  thy  will  to  do, 

As  angels  do  in  heav'n  ; 
In  Chrilt  a  creature  new, 
Eternally  forgiv'n  ; 
I  wait  thy  perfect  will  to  prove, 
All  fandify'd  by  fmiefs  love. 

Then  when  the  work  is  done, 

The  work  of  faith  with  pow'r, 
Receive  thy  favour'd  fon 

In  death's  triumphant  hoiuv: 
Like  Mofes  to  thyfelf  convey, 
And  kifs  my  raptur'd  foul  away. 


200  BIRTH-DAY. 

II  Y  M  N    CCV.     Builth. 

I  A    WAY  with  our  fears, 

jLjL   The  glad  morning  appears, 

When  an  heir  of  falvation  was  born  j 
From  Jehovah  I  came, 
For  his  glory  1  am, 

And  to  him  I  with  ringing  return. 

Z       Thee,  Jefus,  alone, 

The  fountain  1  own 
Of  my  life  and  felicity  here  j 

And  cheerfully  fing 

My  Reedemer  and  King, 
Till  his  figns  in  the  heavens  appear. 

|       With  thanks  I  rejoice 
In  thy  fatherly  choice, 
Of  my  ilate  and  condition  below ; 
If  of  parents  I  came 
Who  hon.our'd  thy  name, 
-'Twas  thy  wifdom  appointed  it  foj 

4  I  fmg  of  thy  grace, 
From  my  earlieft  days, 

Ever  near  to  allure  and  defend  j 

Hitherto  thou  haft  been 

My  preferver  from  fin, 
Ar.d  I  traft  thou  wilt  fave  to  the  end. 

5  O  the  infinite  cares, 

And  temptations,  and  fnares, 
Thy  hand  hath  conducted  me  through  ! 

O  the  blefnng  beftow'd 

By  a  bountiful  God, 
And  the  mercies  eternally  new! 


BIRTH-DAY.  201 

What  a  mercy  is  this, 

What  a  heaven  of  blifs, 
How  unfptakably  happy  am  I ! 

Gather'd  into  the  fold, 

With  thy  people  enroll'd, 
With  thy  people  to  live  and  to  die  ? 

O  the  goodnefs  of  God, 

In  employing  a  clod, 
His  tribute  of  glory  to  raife  1 

His  ftandard  to  bear, 

And  with  triumph  declare 
His  unfpeakable  riches  of  grace  ! 

0  the  fathomlefs  love, 

7  hat  has  deign'd  to  approve, 
And  profper  the  work  of  my  hands  I 
With  my  paftoral  crook 

1  went  over  the  brook, 

And  behold  !    I  am  fpread  into  bands; 

Who,  I  alk,  in  a  maze, 

Has  begotten  me  thefe  ? 
And  enquire  from  what  quarter  they  came? 

My  full  heart  it  replies, 

They  are  born  from  the  fkies, 
And  gives  glory  to  God  and  the  Lamb-, 
i     All  honour  and  praife 

To  the  Father  of  grace, 
To  the  Spirit,  and  Son,   I  return  : 

The  bufinefs  purfue 

He  hath  made  me  to  do, 
And  rejoice  that  I  ever  was  boi 

In  a  rapture  of  joy 

My  life  I  employ, 
The  God  of  my  life  to  proclaim  • 


VOZ  BACKSLIDER^ 

^is  worth  living  for  this, 

To  adminifter  blifs, 
And  faivation  in  Jefus's  name. 
12     My  remnant  of  days 

I  fpend  in  his  praife, 
Who  dy'd  the  whole  world  to  redeem  ; 

Be  they  many  or  few, 

My  days  are  his  due, 
And,  they  all  are  devoted  to  him  ! 


BACKSLIDER. 
HYMN    CCVI.    Builth, 

PART    THE    FIRST. 

HO  W  happy  are  they 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treafure  above  ? 

Tongue  cannot  exprefs, 

The  fweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  foul  in  its  earlicft  love  I 

That  comfort  was  mine, 

When  the  favour  divine 
I  firft  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb 

When  my  heart  it  believ'd, 

What  a  joy  I  receiv'd, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jcfus's  name  ! 

'Tvvac  a  heaven  below 

My  Saviour  to  know  • 
The  angels  could  do  nothing  more. 

Than  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  ftcry  repeat, 
And  the  ,Lovcr  of  Tinners  adore* 


BACKSLIDER, 

Jefus  all  the  day  long 

Was  my  joy  and  my  fong  ; 
O  that  all  his  falvation  might  feel 

He  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cry'd, 

He  hath  fuffer'd  and  dy'd, 
To  reclaim  fuch  a  rebel  as  me* 

On  the  wings  of  his  love 

1  was  carried  above 
All  fin,  and  temptation,  and  pain  5 

I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  mould  grieve, 
Tljat  I  ever  fhould  fuffer  again, 

I  rode  on  the  fky, 

Freely  juftify'd  I, 
Nor  envy'd  Elijah  his  feat : 

My  foul  mounted  higher 

In  a  chariot  of  fire, 

And  the  moon  it  was  under  my  feet, 

0  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight, 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  i 
Of  my  Saviour  poffeft, 

1  was  perfectly  bleft, 

As  if  fill'd  with  the  fulnefs  of  God. 

HYMN    CCVII.     Builth,. 

PART    THE    SECOND. 

AH  !   where  am  I  now  ? 
When  was  it  or  how 
That  I  fell  from  my  heaven  of  grace  1 
I  am  brought  into  thrall, 
I  am  ftript  of  my  All, 
I  am  banifh'd  from  Jefus's  face,- 
S 


204  BACKSLIDES: 

1       Hardly  yet  do  I  know 

How  I  let  my  Lord  go, 
So  infeniibly  ftarting  afide, 

When  the  tempter  came  in 

With  his  own  fubtle  fin, 
And  infected  my  fpirit  with  pride,, 

3  But  I  felt  it  too  foon, 

.   That  my  Saviour  was  gone, 
Swiftly  vanifhing  out  of  my  fight ; 

My  triumph  and  boaft 

On  a  fudden  were  loft, 
And  my  day  it  was  turn'd  into  night, 

4  Only  pride  could  deflroy 
That  innocent  joy, 

And  make  my  Redeemer  depart : 
But  whate'er  was  the  caufe, 
I  lament  the  fad  lofs, 

For  the  veil  is  come  over  my  heart, 

5  Ah  !   wretch  that  I  am  ! 
I  can  only  exclaim, 

Like  a  devil  tormented  within, 

My  Saviour  is  gone, 

And  has  left  me  alone, 
To  the  fury  of  Satan  and  fin-, 

6  Nothing  now  can  relieve, 
Without  comfort  I  grieve, 

I  have  loft  all  my  peace  and  my  pow'i 
No  accefs  do  I  find 
To  the  friend  of  mankind  : 

I  can  afk  for  his  mercy  no  mere. 

7  Tongue  cannot  declare 
The  torment  I  bear, 

(While  no  end  o,f  my  troubles  I  fee) 


BACKSLIDER. 

Only  Adam  could  tell 

On  the  day  that  he  fell, 
And  was  turn'd  out  of  Eden  like  me. 

Driven  out  from  my  God, 

I  wander  abroad, 
Thro'  a  defert  of  forrows  I  rove^ 

And  how  great  is  my  pain, 

That  I  cannot  regain 
My  Eden  of  Jefus's  love  I 

I  never  fhall  rife 

To  my  firft  paradife, 
Or  come  my  Redeemer  to  fee  i. 

But  I  feel  a  faint  hope, 

That  at  laft  he  will  ftoop, 
And  his  pity  fhall  bring  him  to  me.. 

HYMN     CCVIII.      Funeral 

1  T_T  OW  mail  a  loft  fmner  in  pain, 
JL~A    Recover  his  forfeited  peace  ? 
When  brought  into  bondage  again, 

What  hope  of  a  fecond  releafe  ? 
Will  mercy  itfelf  be  fo  kind 

To  fpare  fuch  a  rebel  as  me  ? 
And  O  !   can  I  pofubly  find 

Such  plenteous  redemption  in  theej 

2  O  Jefus,  of  thee  I  require, 

If  ftill  thou  art  able  to  fave, 
The  brand  to  pluck  out  of  the  fire, 

And  ranfom  my  foul  from  the  grave . 
The  help  of  thy  Spirit  reft  ore, 

And  (hew  me  the  life-giving  blood. 
And  pardon  a  fmner  once  more, 

And  bring  me  again  unto  God. 


206  BACKSLIDER- 

3  O  Jefus,  in  pity  draw  near, 

Come  quickly  to  help  a  loft  foul, 
To  comfort  a  mourner  appear, 

And  make  a  poor  Lazarus  whole  : 
The  balm  of  thy  mercy  apply, 

(Thou  feed  the  fore  anguifh  I  feel) 
Save,  Lord,  or  I  perifh,  I  die, 

O  fave,  or  I  fink  into  hell  I 

4  I  fink,  if  thou  longer  delay 

Thy  pardoning  mercy  to  ftiowj 
Come  quickly,  and  kindly  difplay 

The  pow'r  of  thy  pafTion  below. 
By  all  thou  hall  done  for  my  fake, 

One  drop  of  thy  blood  I  implore  ; 
Now,  now  let  it  touch  me,  and  make 

The  finner  a  finner  no  more. 

HYMN     CCIX.     izthPfalm. 
For  the  Morning. 

i   "TXT  HERE  is  my  God,  my  joy,  my  hope, 
VV      The  dear  defire  of  nations,  where  ? 
Jefus,  to  thee  my  foul  looks  up, 

To  thee  directs  her  morning  pray'r  ; 
And  fpreads  her  arms  of  faith  abroad, 
T'  embrace  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  God  J 

2  Mine  eyes  prevent  the  morning-ray, 

Looking,  and  longing  for  thy  word  ; 
Come,  O  my  Jefus,  come  away, 

And  iet  my  heart  receive  its  Lord  ; 
Which  pants  and  druggies  to  be  free, 
And  breaks  to  be  detain'd  from  thee. 


A    PARENT  S    PRAYER.  20^ 

Appear  in  me  bright  Morning-Star, 

And  fcatter  all  the  fhades  of  night ! 
I  faw  thee  once,  and  came  from  far, 

But  quickly  loft  thy  tranfient  light  1 
And  now  again  in  darknefs  pine, 
Till  thou  throughout  my  nature  ihine. 
In  patient  hope  I  now  take  heed 

To  the  lure  word  of  promis'd  grace, 
Whofe  rays  a  feeble  luftre  fhed, 

Faint  glimmering  thro'  the  darkfome  place 
Till  thou  thy  glorious  light  impart, 
And  rife  the  Day- Star  in  my  heart. 
Come,  Lord,  be  manifefted  here, 

And  all  the  devil's  works  deftrcy  j 
Now  without  fin  in  me  appear, 

And  fill  with  everlafting  joy  ; 
Thy  beatific  face  difplay, 
Thy  prefencc  is  the  perfect  day. 

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A  PARENT'S  PRAYER. 

II  Y  M  N    CCX.     C.  M. 

I   /~*\  OD,  only  wife,  almighty,  good, 
VJT    Send  forth  thy  truth  and  light, 
To  point  us  out  the  narrow  road, 

And  guide  our  fteps  aright : 
To  (leer  our  dang'rous  courfe  between 

The  rocks  on  either  hand  : 
And  fix  us  in  the  golden  mean, 
And  brir.g  our  charge  to  land*. 
S  2 


208  NATIVITY. 

3  Made  apfby  thy  fufficient  grace, 

To  teach  as  taught  by  thee, 
We  come  to  train  in  all  thy  ways,, 
Our  rifing  progeny. 

4  Their  felfifli  will  in  time  fubdue, 

And  mortify  their  pride  ; 
And  lend  their  youth  a  facred  clew 
To  find  the  crucify'd  ! 

5  We  would  in  ev'ry  ftep  look  up, 

By  thy  example  taught, 
T'  alarm  their  fear,  excite  their  hope, 
And  re&ify  their  thought. 

6  We  would  perfuade  their  hearts  t'obey, 

With  mildeft  zeal  proceed  ; 

And  never  take  the  harfner  way, 

When  love  will  do  the  deed. 

7  For  this  we  afk,  in  faith  fincere, 

The  wifdom  from  above, 
To  touch  their  hearts  with  filial  fear, 
And  pure,  ingenuous  love  ! 

8  To  watch  their  will  to  fenfe  inclinM, 

Withhold  the  hurtful  food  ; 
And  gently  bend  their  tender  mindj 
And  draw  their  fouls  to  God. 

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NATIVITY. 
HYMN    CCXI.     BuiltL 

i  A    LL  hail !  happy  day, 

JTjL.  When  enrob'd  in  our  clay, 
The  Redeemer  appear -d  upon,  earth  : 


NATIVITY.  aop 

How  can  we  refrain 

For  to  join  the  glad  flrain, 
And  to  hail  our  Emmanuel's  birth  :J 

How  boundlefs  that  love, 

Firll  begotten  above, 
And  thro'  Jeirns  to  Tinners  made  known  ! 

Lift,  lift  up  the  voice, 

And  exulting  rejoice, 
For  Jehovah  to  earth  is  come  down. 

Ye  angels  of  God, 

Sound  his  praifes  abroad, 
And  acknowledge  him  J  AH,  the  I  A  M  \ 

We  alfo  will  join 

In  a  hymn  fo  divine, 
Giving  glory  to  God  and  the  Lamb, 

To  Chrifi  we  will  iing, 

As  our  High-Prieit  and  King, 
And  our  Prophet  to  teach  ins  the  road  ! 

But  more  than  all  this, 

For  almighty  he  is, 
And  we  own  him  our  crucify'd  God. 

To  Jefus's  praife 

Let  us  fpend  all  cur  days, 
For  'tis  he  who  our  furety  hath  flood  : 

He  fojourned  below, 

That  his  mercy  might  flow, 
And  he  purchas'd  our  pardon  with  blood. 

O  may  the  return 

Of  this  once  blefled  morn, 
Be  for  ever  remember'd  with  joy  ! 

Sweet  accents  of  praife 

All  our  voices  flial)  raife, 
Hallelujahs  (hall  be  our  employ  \ 


%IQ  NATIVITY, 

7        Let  echo  prolong 

The  harmonious  fong, 
Hallelujahs  again  and  again  : 

He  kindles  the  lire, 

Whom  the  nations  defire, 
And  to  him  we  devote  the  glad  ilrain. 

a       Blcft  Jefus,  while  we 
Pay  cur  tribute  to  thee, 

Let  us  worfhip,  admire,  and  adore : 
Accept  as  thy  crown, 
What  before  was  thy  own, 

Plallelujahs  and  praife  evermore. 

I-I  Y  M  N     CCXII.      Salj/bury, 

i    T  T  A  R  K  !    the  herald-angels  fing, 
jTjL    "  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  : 
"  Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild  j 
"  God  and  finnera  reconcii'd." 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rife, 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  Ikies, 
With  th'  angelic  holt  proclaim, 
«  Chrift  is  born  in  Bethlehenr.'' 

3   Chrill,  by  higheft  heav'n  ador'd, 
Chrift  the  everlafting  Lord ; 
Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  virgin's  womb  : 
Vc'l'd  in  flefh,  the  Godhead  fee, 
H  ill  the  incarnate  Deity  ! 
Pleas'd  as  man  with  men  t*  appear, 
Jefus  our  Immanuel  here. 

3   Hail  the  heav'n  born  Prince  of  Peace; 
Hail  the  3on  o£  righteouihefs  !  . 


NEW-YEAR'S  DAY  2*1 

Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 
Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings  j 
Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
Born,  that  man   no  more  may  die ; 
Born  to  raife  the  fons  of  earth, 
Born  to  give  them  fecond  birth. 

Come,  defire  of  nations,  come, 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  home ; 
Rife,  the  woman's  coruqu'ring  feed, 
Bruife,  in  us  the  ferpeut's  head  : 
Adam's  likenefs  now  efface, 
Stamp  thine  image  in  its  plane  ; 
Second  Adam  from  above, 
JLeinftate  us  in  thy  love. 

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N  E  W-Y  E  A  R's  DAY. 
HYMN    CCX1II.     Lam. 

TH  E  Lord  of  earth  and  fky, 
The  God  of  ages  praife, 
Who  reigns  enthron'd  on  high, 
Ancient  of  endlefs  days  ; 
"Who  lengthens  out  our  trials  here, 
And  fpares  us  yet  another  year. 

Barren  and  wither'd  trees, 

We  cumber'd  long  the  ground, 
No  fruit  of  holinefs 

On  our  dead  fouls  was  found  ; 
Yet  doth  he  us  in  mercy  fpare, 
Another,  and  another  year. 


212  new-year's  day, 

3       When  jiiflice  bur'd  the  fvrord 
To  cut  the  fig-tree  down, 
The  pity  of  our  Lord 
Cry*d  let  it  ftill  alone ! 
The  Father  mild  inclines  his  eard 
And  fpares  us  yet  another  year. 

4.       Jefu,  thy  fpeaking  blood 

From  God  obtained  the  grace.> 
Who  therefore  hath  beftow'd 
On  us  a  longer  fpace  : 
Thou  didft  in  our  behalf  appear> 
And  lo,  we  fee  another  year! 

5        Then  dig  about  our.  root, 

Break  up  our  fallow  ground* 
And  let  our  gracious  fruit 
To  thy  great  praife  abounds 
O  let  us  all  thy  praife  deck  re. 
And  fruit  unto  perfection  bear. 

HYMN     CCXIV.     Carnifk* 

I    O  ING  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praife  ; 
O    AH  praife  to  him  belongs ; 
Who  kindly  lengthens  out  our  days, 

Demands  our  choiceft  Cong*, 
Whofe  providence  has  brought  us  through 

Another  various  year  : 
We  all  with  vows  and  anthems  new, 

Before  our  God  appear. 

%  Father,  thy  mercies  paft  we  own, 
Thy  ft  ill  continued  care  ; 
To  thee  presenting,  thro'  thy  Son. 
Wh?.te'er  we  have,  cr  are  ; 


GOOD-FRIDAY.  21 


Oi'.r  lips  and  lives  ftiall  gladly  (how 
The  wonders  of  thy  love, 

While  on  in  Jefu's  ileps  we  go 
To  feek  thy  face  abo' 


>ve. 


Our  refidue  of  days  or  hoars, 

Thine,  wholly  thine  mall  be$ 
And  all  our  confecrated  pow'rs 

A  facrifice  to  Thee, 
Till  Jefus  in  the  clouds  appear 

To  faints  on  earth  forgiv'n, 
And  bring  the  grand  fabbatic  year9 

The  jubilee  of  heaven. 


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GOOD-FRIDAY. 

H  Y  M  N    CCXV.     C.  M. 

ALAS  !   and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ( 
Would  he  devote  that  facred  head 
For  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 

Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done, 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !   grace  unknown  ! 

And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

Well  ifaigitt  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide? 
And  (hut  his  glories  in  ; 

en  Chrift  the  mighty  maker  dy'd 
For  man  the  creature'*  5n  \ 


214  PRAYER  FOR  FAITH. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blufhing  face, 

While  his  dear  crofs  appears : 

Diffolve  my  heart  in  thankful nefsj 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away  5 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


HYMN    CCXVI.     C.  Mo 

A  Prayer  for  Faith, 

1  TT^  ATHER,  I  ftretch  my  hands  to  thee, 
JL      No  other  help  I  know  : 
If  thou  withdraw  thyfelf  from  me, 

Ah  !  whither  (hall  I  go  > 

2  What  did  thy  only  Son  endure, 

Before  I  drew  my  breath  ! 
What  pain,  what  labour  to  fecure 
My  foul  from  endlefs  death  ! 

3  O  Jefu,  could  I  this  believe* 

I  now  Should  feel  thy  pow'r  ; 
Now  my  poor  foul  tbou  wouldit  retrieve;; 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes, 
0  let  me  now  receive  that  gift ; 
My  foul  without  it  dies. 

5  Surely  thou  canft  not  let  me  dies, 

O  fpeak,  and  I  mall  live  ! 

And  here  I  will  unweary'd  lie  ; 

Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give. 


SINCERE    PRAISE.  3l$ 

»  The  worfl  of  finners  Would  rejoice) 
Could  they  but  fee  thy  face  ; 
O  let  me  hear  thy  quick'ning  voice 
And  tafte  thy  pard  ning  grace  ! 

HYMN    CCXVII.    S.  M, 

Sincere  Praife. 

ALMIGHTY  Maker,  God, 
How  glorious  is  thy  name  \ 
Thy  wonders  how  diffus'd  abroad 

Throughout  creation's  frame  I 
In  native  white  and  red, 

The  rofe  and  lily  ftand, 
And  free  from  pride  their  beauties  fpreadj 

To  (how  thy  fkilful  hand. 
5  The  lark  mounts  up  the  fky 

With  unambitious  fong, 
And  bears  her  Maker's  praife  on  high, 

Upon  her  artlefs  tongue. 
Fain  would  I  rife  and  fing 

To  my  Creator  too  } 
Fain  would  my  heart  adore  my  King, 

And  give  him  praifes  due. 
But  pride  that  bufy  fin, 

Spoils  all  that  I  perform  j 
Curs'd  pride  that  creeps  fecurely  in, 

And  fwells  a  haughty  worm. 
Thy  glories  I  abate, 

Or  praife  thee  with  defign, 
Part  of  thy  favours  I  forget, 

Or  think  the  merit  mine. 
T 


2l6  SINCERE    PRAISE. 

7  Create  my  foul  anew, 

Elfe  all  my  worfhip's  vain  ; 
This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  prove  trtif 
Till  it  be  form'd  again. 

8  Defcend,  celeitial  fire, 

And  feize  me  from  above  ! 
Wrap  me  in  flames  of  pure  defire; 
A  facrifice  of  love. 

9  Let  joy  and  worfhip  fpend 

The  remnant  of  my  days, 
And  to  my  God  my  foul  afcend, 
In  fweet  perfumes  of  praife. 

HYMN    CCXVIII.     TaWs. 

i   "\7"E  heavens  rejoice  in  Jefus's  grace, 
X     Let  earth  make  a  noife  and  echo  his 

praife ; 
Our  all  loving  Saviour  hath  pacify'd  God, 
And  paid  for  his  favour  the  price  of  his  blood 

2  Ye  mountains  and  vales,  in  praifes  abound, 
Ye  hills  and  ye  dales,  continue  the  found  : 
Break  forth  into  finging,  ye  trees  of  the  wood 
For  Jefus  is  bringing  loft  tinners  to  God. 

3  Atonement  he  made  for  every  one, 
The  debt  he  hath  paid,  the  work  he  hath  done) 
Shout  all  the  creation  below  and  above, 
Afcribing  falvation  to  Jefus's  love. 

4.  His  mercy  hath  brought  falvation  to  all, 
Who  take  it  unbought  he  frees  them  from 

thrall, 
Throughout  the  believer  his  glory  difplays, 
And  perfects  for  ever  the  veflels  of  grace. 


INCONSTANCY,    &C.  217 

HYMN    CCXIX.     L.  M. 

Inconjlancy. 

LORD  Jefu,  when,  when  {hall  it  be, 
That  I  no  mqre  (hall  break  with  theef 
When  will  this  war  of  pafilons  ceafe, 
And  my  free  foul  enjoy  thy  peace  ? 

Here  I  repent  and  fin  again  ; 
Now  I  revive,  and  now  am  {lain  ; 
Slain  with  the  fame  unhappy  dart, 
Which  Oh!  too  often  wounds  myhear$c 

O  Saviour,  when,  when  (hall  I  be, 
A  garden  feaPd  to  all  but  thee  ! 
No  more  expos'd,  no  more  undone  -9 
But  live  aud  grow  to  thee  alone  \ 

Guide  thou,  O  Lord,  guide  thou  my  courfe? 
And  draw  me  on  with  thy  fweet  force ; 
Still  make  me  walk,  ftill  make  me  tend, 
By  thee  my  way,  to  thee  my  end.  „ 

HYMN    CCXX.    S.  M. 

A  Morning  Hymn. 

WE  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 
O  Day-ftar  from  on  high ! 
The  fun  itfelf  is  but  thy  {hade, 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  fky. 

O  let  thy  orient  beams 

The  night  of  fin  difperfe, 
The  mifts  of  error,  and  of  vice, 

Which  {hade  the  univerfe  !. 


218  EVENING    HYMN. 

3  How  beauteous  nature  now  f 

How  dark  and  fad  before  ! 
With  joy  we  view  the  pleafing  change, 
And  nature's  God  adore. 

4  O  may  no  gloomy  crime 

Pollute  the  rifing  day, 
Or  Jefu's  blood,  like  ev'ning  dew, 
Warn  all  the  ftains  away. 

5  May  we  this  life  improve, 

To  mourn  for  errors  paft, 
And  live  this  fhort  revolving  day* 
As  if  it  were  our  laft. 

6  To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit  one  in  three, 
I3je  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  mall  for  ever  be. 


■A 


HYMN    CCXXI.    C.  M, 

An  Evening  Hymn, 
LL  praife  to  him  who  dwells  in  blifa, 


Who  ma4e  both  day  and  night ; 
Whofe  throne  is  darknefs  in  the  abyfs 

Of  uncreated  light. 
Each  thought  and  deed  his  piercing  eyes 

With  ftnctefl:  fearch  furvey  ; 
The  deepeft  fhadts  no  more  difguife 

Than  the  full  blaze  of  day. 
Whom  thou  doft  guard,  O  King  of  kings; 

No  evil  fhall  moleft: 
Under  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 

Shall  they  fecurely  reft : 


SACRAMENTAL.  219 

Thy  angels  /hall  around  their  beds 

Their  conft'arit  ftations  keep  : 
Thy  faith  and  truth  (hall  fhield  their  heads, 
,   For  thou  doft  never  fleep. 
May  we  with  calm  and  fweet  repofe, 
And  heavenly  thoughts  refreftVd, 
Our  eye-lids  with  the  morn's  unclofc, 
And  blefs  thee,  ever  blefs'd. 

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SACRAMENTAL. 

HYMN    CCXXII.     Weljb. 

IN  that  fad  memorable  night, 
When  Jefus  was  for  us  betray'd, 
He  Jeft  his  death  recording  rite, 

He  took  and  blefs'd  and  brake  the  bread, 
And  gave  his  own  their  lait  bequeft, 
And  thus  his  love's  intent  exprefs'd  : 
Take,  eat,  this  is  my  body  given, 

To  purchafe  life  and  peace  for  you, 
Pardon  and  holinefs  and  heaven  ; 

Do  this,  my  dying  love  to  fhew, 
Accept  your  precious  legacy, 
And  thus,  my  friends,  remember  me. 
He  took  jnto  his  hancis  the  cup, 

To  crown  the  facrarnental  feaft, 
And  full  of  kind  concern  look'd  up, 

And  gave  what  he  to  them  had  bleft  ;   - 
And  drink  ye  all  of  this,  he  faid. 
In  folemn  mem'ry  of  the  dead, 
T2       ' 


220  SACRAMENTAL. 

4  This  is  my  blood  which  feals  the  new 
Eternal  cov'nant  of  my  grace, 
My  blood  fo  freely  filed  for  you, 

For  you  and  all  the  iinful  race  ; 
My  blood  that  fpeaks  your  fins  forgiven* 
And  justifies  your  claim  to  heaven. 

HYMN    CCXXIII.    S.  M. 

3   T     ET  all  who  truly  bear 

1  J.   The  bleeding  Saviour's  name, 
Their  iaithful  hearts  with  us  prepare,* 
And  eat  the  Pafchal  Lamb : 
Our  paflbver  was  flain 
At  Salem's  hallo  w'd  place, 
Yet  we  who  in  our  tents  remain, 
Shall  gain  his  largeft  grace. 

2  This  euchariflic  feaft 

Our  every  want  fupplies, 
And  (till  we  by  his  death  are  bleft, 

And  fhare  his  facrifice  : 

T3y  faith  his  flerti  we  eat 

Who  hear  his  paffion  fhow, 
And  Gcd  out  of  his  holy  feat 

Shall  all  his  gifts  bellow. 

3  Who  thus  our  faith  employ 
His  fufferings  tp  record, 

Ev'n  now  we  mournfully  enjoy 

Communion  with  our  £.ord  ; 

As  though  we  ev'ry  one 

Beneath  his  crofs  had  flood, 
And  feen  him  heave  and  heard  him  groan, 

And  felt  his  gufhing  blood. '  > 


SACRAMENTAL.  221 

O  God  !   'tis  finifti'd  now  1 

The  mortal  pang  is  paft  ! 
By  faith  his  head  we  fee  him  bow, 

And  hear  him  breathe  his  laft  ! 

We  too  with  him  are  dead, 

And  mail  with  him  arife, 
The  crofs  oh  which  he  bows  his  head, 

Shall  lift  us  to  the  fkies. 

HYMN     CCXXIV.     Hamilton's, 

ROCK  of  Ifrael,  cleft  for  me, 
For  us,  for  all  mankind, 
See  thy  feebleft  followers  fee, 

Who  call  thy  death  to  mind : 
Sion  is  the  very  land  ;' 

Us  beneath  thy  made  receive, 
Grant  us  in  the  cleft  to  ftarid, 
And  by  thy  dying  live. 

In  this  howling  wildernefs, 

On  Calvary's  fleep  top, 
Made  a  curfe*  our  fouls  to  blefs, 

Thou  once  waft  lifted  up ; 
Stricken  there  by  Mofes'  rod, 

Wounded  by  a  deadly  blow, 
Gufhing  ftreams  of  life  o'erflow'd 

The  thirfty  world  below. 

Rivers  of  falvation  ftill 

Along  the  defert  roll, 
Rivers  to  refrefh.  and  heal 
The  fainting,  finking  foulj 


222  SACRAMENTAL. 

Still  the  fountain  of  thy  blood 

Stands  for  finners  open'd  wide, 
Now,  e'en  now,  my  Lord,  and  GodJ> 

I  warn  me  in  thy  fide. 

4  Now,  e'en  now,  we  all  plunge  in, 

And  drink  the  purple  wave  \ 
This  is  the  antidote  of  fin, 

'Tis  this  our  fouls  mall  fave, : 
With  the  life  of  Jems  fed, 

Lo  !  from  ftrength  to  ftrength  we  rife, 
Follow'd  by  our  Rock,  and  led 

To  meet  him  in  the  ikies. 

HYMN    CCXXV.    L,    M; 

i       A    UTHORof  our  falvation,  thee 

Ji\.  With  lowly  thankful  hearts  we  praiie., 
Author  of  this  great  myftery, 

Figure  and  means  of  faving  grace. 

2  The  facred  true  effectual  fign, 

Thy  body  and  thy  blood  it  fhows, 
The  glorious  inftrument  divine 

Thy  mercy  and  thy  ftrength  beftows. 

3  We  fee  the  blood  that  feals  our  peace, 

Thy  pard'ning  mercy  we  receive  : 
The  bread  doth  vifibly  exprefs 

The  ftrength  through  which  our  fpirits  liv,e. 

4  Our  fpirits  drink  a  frefli  fupply, 

And  eat  the  bread  fo  freely  given, 
Till  borne  on  eagles'  wings  we  fly, 

And  banquet  with  our  Lord  in  heaven. 


SACRAMENTAL.  229 


HYMN    CCXXVI.    C.  M. 

OTHOU,  who  this  myfterious  bread 
Didfl  in  Emmaus  break, 
Return  herewith  our  fouls  to  feed, 

And  to  thy  followers  fpeak. 
Unfeal  the  volume  of  thy  grace, 

Apply  the  gofpel-word, 
Open  our  eyes  to  fee  thy  face, 

Our  hearts  to  know  thee,  Lord. 
Of  thee  we  commune  ftill,  and  mourn. 

Till  thou  the  veil  remove, 
Talk  with  us,  and  our  hearts  mail  burn, 

With  flames  of  fervent  love. 
Enkindle  now  the  heavenly  zeal, 

And  make  thy  mercy  known, 
And  give  our  pardon'd  fouls  to  feel 

That  God  and  love  are  one. 

HYMN    CCXXVII.    C.  M», 

JESUS,  at  whofe  fupreme  comman4 
We  thus  approach  to  God, 
Before  us  in  thy  vefture  ftand, 

Thy  vefture  dipt  in  blood. 
Obedient  to  thy  gracious  word, 

We  break  the  hallow'd  bread, 
Commemorate  our  dying  Lord, 

And  truft  on  thee  to  feed. 
Now,  Saviour,  now  thyfelf  reveal, 

And  make  thy  nature  known, 
Affix  the  facramental  feal, 

And  ftamp  us  for  thine  own* 


224  SACRAMENTAL.. 

4  The  tokens  of  thy  dying  love 

O  let  us  fell  receive, 
And  feel  the  quick'ning  fpirit  move^ 
And  fenfibly  believe. 

5  The  cup  of  blefiing  bleft  by  thee, 

Let  it  thy  blood  impart  ; 
The  bread  thy  myftic  body  be, 
And  cheer  each  languid  heart. 

6  The  grace  which  fure  falvation  brings, 

Let  us  herewith  receive  ; 
Satiate  the  hungry  with  good  things. 
The  hidden  manna  give. 

HYMN    CCXXVIII.     Plymouth,, 

\  X7f  THO  is  this  that  comes  from  far, 
V  V      Clad  in  garments  dipt  in  bloocL? 
Strong  triumphant  traveller, 
Is  he  man,  or  is  he  God  ? 

3  "  I  that  fpeak  in  righteoufnefs, 

(i  Son  of  God  and  man  1  am, 
"  Mighty  to  redeem  your  race  : 
"  Jefus  is  your  Saviour's  name." 

*3  Wherefore  are  thy  garments  reel* 
Dy'd  as  in  a  crimfon  fea  ? 
They  that  in  a  wine-vat  tread, 
Are  not  ftain'd  fo  much  as  thee.- 

4  "  I  the  Father's  fav'rite  Son, 

"  Have  the  dreadful  wine-prefs  tro4, 
tf  Borne  the  vengeful  wrath  alone, 
"  All  the  fierceft  wrath  of  God." 


SACRAMENTAL.  22J 

HYMN     CCXXIX.     Plymouth. 

JESU,  dear  redeeming  Lord, 
Magnify  thy  dying  word, 
In  thine  ordinance  appear, 
Come  and  meet  thy  followers  here.. 
In  the  rite  thou  haft  enjoin'd, 
Let  us  now  our  Saviour  find  j 
Drink  thy  blood,  for  fmners  fhed, 
Tafte  thee  in  the  broken  bread. 
Thou  our  faithful  hearts  prepare, 
Thou  thy  pard'ning  grace  declare;. 
Thou  that  haft  for  finners  dy'd, 
Shew  thyfelf  the  crucify'd. 
All  the  pow'r  of  fin  remove, 
Fill  us  with  thy  perfect  love, 
Stamp  us  with  the  {tamp  divine. 
Seal  our  fouls  for  ever  thine. 

HYMN    CCXXX.     S.  M> 

JESU,  we  thus  obey 
Thy  laft  and  kindeft  word, 
Here  in  thine  own  appointed  way, 

We  come  to  m-eet  our  Lord. 
The  way  thou  haft  enjoin'd, 

Thou  wilt  therein  appear  : 
We  come  with  confidence  to  find 
Thy  fpecial  prefence  here. 

Whate'er  th'  Almighty  can 

To  pardon'd  finners  give, 
The  fulnefs  of  our  God  made  man 

We  here  with  Chrift  receiver 


226  Exhorting  and  Beseeching,  &V. 

EXHORTING  and  BESEECHING  to 
RETURN  to  GOD. 

HYMN    CCXXXI.     Tallis. 


1  f\  ALL  that  pafs  by,  to  Jefus  draw  near, 
\J    He  utters  a  cry,  ye  finners,  give  ear! 
From  hell  to  retrieve  you  he  fpreads  out  his 

hands : 
Now,  now  to  receive  you,  he  gracioufly  ftands 

2  If  any  man  third,  and  happy  would  be, 
The  vileft  and  worft  may  come  unto  me; 
May  drink  of  my  fpirit  (excepted  is  none) 
Lay  claim  to  my  merit,  and  take  for  his  owq 

j  Whoever  receives  the  life-giving  word, 
In  Jefus  believes,  his  God  and  his  Lord, 
In  him  a  pure  river  of  life  (hall  arife, 
Shall  in  the  believer  fpring  up  to  the  flues. 

4  My  God,  and  my  Lord  !  thy  call  I  obey ; 
My  foul  on  thy  word  of  promife  I  ftay  : 
Thy  kind  invitation  I  gladly  embrace, 
Athirft  for  falvation,  falvation  by  grace. 

5  O  haften  the  hour  !  fend  down  from  above 
The  fpirit  of  power,  of  health,  and  of  love  \ 
Of  filial  fear,  of  knowledge  and  grace  ; 
Ofwifdom,  of  prayer,  of  joy,  andofpraife 


XHO 


rting  and  Beseeching,  feV. 


The  fpirit  of  faith,  of  faith  in  thy  blood, 
Which  faves  us  from  wrath,  and  brings  us  to 

God; 
Removes  the  huge  mountain  of  indwelling  fin 
And  opens  a  fountain  that  wafhes  us  clean. 

HYMN     CCXXXII.     Tallls. 

THY  faithfulnefs,  Lord,  each  moment  we 
find, 
So  true  to  thy  word,  fo  loving  and  kind  ! 
Thy  mercy  fo  tender  to  all  the  loft  race, 
The  fouleft  offender  may  turn  and  find  grace, 

z  The  mercy  I  feel,  to  others  I  fhew : 
1  fet  to  my  feal  that  Jefus  is  true  : 
Ye  all  may  find  favour,  who  come  at  his  call ; 
O  come  to  my  Saviour :  his  grace  is  for  all. 

3  To  fave  what  was  loft  from  heaven  he  came ; 
Come,  tinners,  and  truft  in  Jefus's  name ! 
He  offers  yon  pardon,  he  bids  you  be  free  ! 
If  fin  be  your  burden,  O  come  unto  me  ! 

4  O  let  me  commend  my  Saviour  to  you, 
The  publican's  friend,  and  advocate  too  : 
For  you  he  is  pleading  his  merits  and  death, 
With  God  interceding  for  finners  beneath. 

5  Then  let  us  Submit  his  grace  to  receive, 
Fall  down  at  his  feet,  and  gladly  believe  j 
We  all  are  forgiven  for  Jefus's  fake  : 
Our  title  to  heaven  his  merit  we  make, 

U 


228       PLEASANTNESS  OF  RELIGION, 

Defcribing  the  Pleafantnefs  of  Religion* 

HYMN     CCXXXIII.     Triumph, 
EJOICE  evermore  with  angels  above, 


R 


i 


In  Jefus's  pow*r,  in  Jefus's  love  : 
With  glad  exultation  your  triumph  proclaim 
Afcribing  falvation  to  God  and  the  Lamb ! 

2  Thou,  Lord,  our  relief  in  trouble  haft  been 
Haft  fav'd  us  from  grief,  haft  fav'd  us  from  fin: 
The  pow'r  of  thy  Spirit  hath  fet  our  hearts  frei 
And  now  we  inherit  all  fulnefs  in  thee. 

3  All  fulnefs  of  peace,  all  fulnefs  of  joy, 
And  fpiritual  blifs  that  never  (hall  cloy, 
To  us  it  is  given  in  Jefus  to  know 

A  kingdom  of  heaven,  a  heaven  below. 

4  No  longer  we  join,  while  fmners  invite, 
Nor  envy  the  {"wine  their  brutifh  delight ; 
Their  joy  is  all  fadnefs,  their  mirth  is  all  vain 
Their  laughter  is  madnefs,  their  pleafure  is  pain 

5  O  might  they  at  laft  with  forrow  return, 
The  pleafures  to tafte  for  which  they  were  borni 
Our  Jefus  receiving,  our  happinefs  prove, 
The  joy  of  believing,  the  heaven  of  love. 

HYMN     CCXXXIV.     Dedication. 

i    "T  ~W  T  E  A  RY  fouls  that  wander  wide 
V  V      From  the  central  point  of  blifs, 
Turn  to  Jefus  crucify'd, 

Fly  to  thofe  dear  wounds  of  his  ; 
Sink  into  the  purple  flood  ; 
Rife  into  the  life  of  God  ! 


DESCRIBING    JUDGMENT.  229 

Find  in  Chrift  tlie  way  of  peace, 

Peace  unfpeakahle,  unknown  ; 
By  his  pain  he  gives  you  eafe, 

Life  by  his  expiring  groan  ; 
Rife  exalted  by  his  fall, 
Find  in  Chrift  your  all  in  all. 
O  believe  the  record  true, 

God  to  you  his  Son  hath  given ! 
Ye  may  now  be  happy  too  ; 

Find  on  earth  the  life  of  heaven  : 
Live  the  life  of  heaven  above, 
All  the  life  of  glorious  love. 
This  the  univerfal  blifs, 

Blifs  for  every  foul  defign'd : 
God's  original  promife  this, 

God's  gr^at  gift  to  all  mankind  : 
Bleft  in  Chrill  this  moment  be  ! 
Bleft  to  all  eternity  ! 

HYMN     CCXXXV.     Kingswood. 

Defcriblng  of  Judgment. 

STAND  th'  omnipotent  decree  \ 
Jehovah's  will  be  done  ! 
Nature's  end  we  wait  to  fee, 

And  hear  her  final  groan  : 
Let  this  earth  diffolve,  and  blend 

In  death  the  wicked  and  thejuft, 
Let  thofe  pond'rous  orbs  defcend, 

And  grind  us  into  dull:. 
Refts  fecure  the  righteous  man: 

At  his  Redeemer's  beck, 
Sure  to  emerge  and  rife  again, 

And  mount  above  the  wreck. 


230  DESCRIBING    HEAVEN. 

Lo  !   the  heavenly  fpirit  towers, 

Like  flames  o'er  nature's  fun'ral  pyre, 

Triumphs  in  immortal  powers, 
And  claps  his  wings  of  fire  ! 

3  Nothing  hath  the  juft  to  lofe 

By  worlds  on  worlds  deftroy'd, 
For  beneath  his  feet  he  views 

With  fmiles  the  flaming  void  ; 
Sees  this  univerfe  renew'd, 

The  grand  millenial  year  begun  ; 
Shouts  with  all  the  Sons  of  God 

Around  th'  eternal  throne  ! 

4  Refting  in  this  glorious  hope 

To  be  at  laft  reflor'd, 
Yield  we  now  our  bodies  up 

To  earthquake,  plague,  or  fword, 
Lift'ning  for  the  call  divine, 

The  lateft  trumpet  of  the  feven  ; 
S  Jon  our  fouls  and  duft  (hall  join, 

And  both  fly  up  to  heaven. 

HYMN     CCXXXVI.      Funeral 

Defcribing  of  Heaven, 
LONG  to  behold  him  array'd 
With  glory  and  light  from  above, 
The  King' in  his  beauty  difplay'd, 

His  beauty  of  holieft  love  : 
I  languish  and  figh  to  be  there, 

Where  Jefus  hath  fix'd  his  abode  ; 
O  when  mail  we  meet  in  the  air, 

And  fly  to  the  mountain  of  God! 
With  him  I  on  Sion  fnall  itand 
(For  Jefus  hath  fpoken  the  word) 


PRAYING    FOR    A    ELESSING.         23 

The  breadth  of  Immanucl's  land 

Survey  by  the  light  of  my  Lord  : 
But  when  on  thy  bofom  reclin'd 

Thy  face  I  am  ihengthen'd  to  fee, 
My  fulnefs  of  rapture  I  find, 

My  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee. 
How  happy  the  people  that  dwell 

Secure  in  the  city  above  ! 
No  pain  the  inhabitants  feel, 

No  ficknefs  nor  forrovv  fhall  prove  : 
Phyfician  of  fouls,  unto  me 

Forgivenefs  and  holinefs  give  ; 
And  then  from  the  body  fet  free, 

And  then  to  the  city  receive. 

HYMN     CCXXXVIL      Bexley.. 
Pray  mg  for  a  Bkjfmg. 

TKOU  Son  of  God  whofe  flaming  eyes 
Cur  in  mod  thoughts  perceive, 
Accept  the  evening-facrifice, 

Which  now  to  thee  we  give. 
We  bow  before  thy  gracious  throne, 

And  think  ourfelves  fincere : 
But  fhew  us,   Lord,  is  every  one 

Thy  real  worfhipper  ? 
Is  here  a  foul  that  knows  thee  not, 

Nor  feels  his  want  of  thee  ? 
A  ftranger  to  the  bluod  which  bought 
\     His  pardon  on  the  tree  ? 
Convince  him  now  of  unbelief, 

His  defperate  Hate  explain  : 
And  fill  his  heart  with  facred  grief. 

And  penitential  pain. 
U  2 


232        PRAYING    FOR    A    BLESSING. 

5  Speak  with  that  voice  which  wakes  the  dead 

And  bid  the  fbeper,  rife, 
And  bid  his  guilty  conference  dread 
The  death  that  never  dies. 

6  Extort  the  cry,  What  mull  be  done 

To  fave  a  wretch  like  me  ? 
How  mall  a  trembling  fmner  fhun 
That  endlefs  mifery  ? 

7  I  mult  thi3  inftant  now  begin 

Out  of  my  deep  to  wake  , 
And  turn  to  God,  and  ev'ry  fin 
Continually  forfake. 
B    I  rauft  for  faith  incefTant  ciy, 

And  wreftle,   Lord,  with  thee ! 
I  mud  be  born  again  or  die 
To  all  eternity  ! 

H  Y  M  N     CCXXXVIII.    Al 


'"^OME,   O  thou  all  vi<5toriou 

Thy  pow'r  to  us  mak  ?  kn  >wn  : 
Strike  with  the  hammer  of  t    .   word, 

And  break  thefe  hearts 
O  that  we  all  might  now  1 

Our  ioolifhnefs  to  mourn 
And  turn  at  once  from  e\ 

And  to  the  Saviour  tu, 
Give  us  ourfelves  and  the 

In  this  our  gracious 
Repentance  unto  lire  be! 

And  take  our  fins 
Concluoc  us  &£-  in 

And  freely  then  . 


DESCRIBING    FORMAL     RELIGION.    233 

Fill  every  foul  with  facred  grief, 
And  then  with  facred  peace. 

5  Impovcriih,   Lord,  and  then  relieve, 

And  then  enrich  the  poor ; 
The  knowledge  of  our  ficknefs  give, 
The  knowledge  of  our  cure. 

6  That  bleffed  fenfe  of  guilt  impart, 

And  then  remove  the  load  ; 
Trouble  and  warn  the  troubled  heart 
In  the  atoning  blood. 

7  Our  defperate  ftate  through  fin  declare, 

And  fpeak  our  fins  forgiven  : 
By  perfect  holii.efs  prepare, 
And  take  us  up  to  heaven. 

H  Y   M   N      CCXXXIX.      Wenve. 

Dcfcribir.g  Formal  Religion. 

1  T"     ONG  have  I  feem'd  to  ferve  thee,  Lord, 
J1_J    With  unavailing  pain  j 

Falted,  and  pray'd,  and  read  thy  word, 
■\v,z.  heard  it  preach'd  in  vain. 

2  Oft  did  T  with  the  affembly  join, 

And  near  thy  altar  drew, 

A  form  of  godlinefs  was  mine, 

The  pow'r  I  never  knew. 

3  I  relied  in  the  outward  law, 

Nor  knew  its  deep  defign  ; 
The  length  and  breadth  I  never  faw, 
And  height  of  love  divine. 

4  To  pleafe  thee  thus,  at  length  I  fee, 

Vainly  I  hopM  and  (trove  : 
For  what  are  outward  things  to  thee, 


Unkfs  they  fprrhg  f 


rom  iovc 


2^4  F°r  Mourners  convinced  of  SiNj, 

§  I  fee  the  perfect  law  requires 
Truth  in  the  inward  parts  ; 
Our  full  confent,  our  whole  defires, 
Our  undivided  hearts. 

6  But  I  of  means  have  made  my  boafr, 

Of  means  an  idol  made  : 
The  fpirit  in  the  letter  loft, 
The  fubftance  in  the  made. 

7  Where  am  I  now,  or  what  my  hope  ? 

What  can  my  weaknefs  do  ? 
jefus,  to  thee  my  foul  looks  up  ; 
'Tis  thou  mud  make  it  new. 

HYMN     CCXL.     Bexky. 

For  Mourners  convinced  cf  Sin. 

i    f^i  OD  is  in  this  and  ev'ry  place  j. 
\JJ»     But  O  how  dark  and  void 
To  me  !  'tis  one  great  wildernefs, 
This  earth,  without  my  God. 

2  Empty  of  him  who  all  things  fills, 

Till  he  his  light  impart  ; 
Till  he  his  glorious  felf  reveals, 
The  veil  is  on  my  heart. 

3  O  thou  who  feeft  and  knoweft  my  grief, 

Thyfelf  unfeen,  unknown, 
Pity  my  helplefs  unbelief, 
And  take  away  the  ftone. 

4  Regard  me  with  a  gracious  eye, 

The  long-fought  bleffing  give: 
And  bid  me  at  the  point  to  die, 
Behold  thy  face  and  live. 


For  Mourners  brought  to  the  Birth.   235 

5  A  d.irker  foul  did  never  yet 

Thy  promis'd  help  implore  : 
O  thit  I  now  my  Lord  might  meet, 

.ind  never  lofe  him  more  !  > 

6  Now,  Jefus,  now  the  Father's  love 

Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  ; 
The  middle  wall  of  fin  remove, 
And  let  me  into  God. 

HYMN     CCXLI.     Fetter-Lane. 

For  Mourners  brought  to  the  Birth. 

1  rT^  HOU  hidden  God.   for  whom  I  groanj 

JL      Till  thou  thyfelf  declare  j 
God  inaccefliUe,  unknown, 
Regard  a  linnets  pray'r : 

2  A  finner  welt'ring  in  his  blood, 

Unpurg'd  and  unforgiv'n ; 

Far  diftant  from  the  living  God, 

As  far  as  hell  from  heav'n. 

3  An  unregen'rate  child  of  man, 

To  thee  for  faith  I  call : 
Pity  thy  fallen  creature's  pain., 
And  raife  me  from  my  fall  ! 

4  The  darkncfs  which  thro'  thee  I  feel, 

Thou  only  canft  remove  ; 
Thy  own  eternal  pow'r  reveal, 
The  Deity  of  Love  ! 

5  Thou  haft  in  unbelief  fhut  up, 

That  grace  may  let  me  go  ; 
In  hope  believing  againft  hope, 
I  wait  the  truth  to  know, 

6  Thou  wilt  in  me  reveal  thy  name, 

Thou  wilt  thy  light  afford  ; 


236  CONVINCED  OF  BACKSLIDING, 

Bound  and  opprefs'd  yet  thine  I  am* 
The  prifoner  of  the  Lord. 

7  I  would  not  to  thy  foe  fubmit  ; 

I  hate  the  tyrant's  chain  ; 
Send  forth  thy  prifoner  from  the  pit, 
Nor  let  me  cry  in  vain. 

8  Shew  me  the  blood  that  bought  my  peace, 

The  cov'naiit  blood  apply, 
And  all  my  griefs  at  once  (hall  ceafe, 
And  all  my  fins  mail  die. 

9  Now,  Lord,  if  thou  art  pow'r,  defgendj 

The  mountain  fin  remove  ; 
My  unbelief  and  troubles  end, 
If  thou  art  truth  and  love  \ 

10  Speak  Jefu,  fpeak  into  my  heart, 

What  thou  for  me  haft  done  j 
One  grain  of  living  faith  impart, 
And  Gcd  is  ail  my  own. 

HYMN     CCXLII.      Pudfey. 

Convinced  of  Backjlid'mg. 

1  r  I  ^  HOU  man  of  griefs,  remember  me, 

JL      Who  never  canft  thyfelf  forget, 
Thy  laft  myfterious  agony, 

Thy  fainting  pangs,  and  bloody  fweat  I 

2  When  wreflling  in  the  flreegth  of  prayer, 

Thy  fpirit  funk  beneath  its  load, 
Thy  feeble  ilefh  abhorr'd  to  bear 
The  wrath  of  an  Almighty  God. 

3  Father,  if  I  may  call  thee  fo, 

Regard  my  fearful  heart's  defire, 


MOURNERS    RECOVERED.  237 

Remove  this  load  of  guilty  woe, 
Nor  let  me  in  my  fins  expire  ! 

4  I  tremble,  left  the  wrath  divine, 

Which  bruifes  now  my  wretched  foul, 
Should  bruife  this  wretched  foul  of  mine 
Long  as  eternal  ages  roll. 

5  To  thee  my  laft  diftrds  I  bring ! 

The  heightened  fear  of  death  I  find  ; 
The  tyrant,  brandifhing  his  fting, 
Appears,  and  hell  is  clofe  behind. 

6  I  deprecate  that  death  alone, 

That  endlefs  banifhment  from  thee  t 
O  fave  anjj  give  me  to  thy  Son, 

Who  trembled,  wept,  and  bled  for  me. 

HYMN     CCXLIII.     Dedication-. 
For   Mourners  Recovered. 

1  TESU,  Shepherd  of  the  fheep, 
J     Pity  my  unfettPd  foul ; 
Guide,  and  nourifh  me  and  keep, 

Till  thy  love  (hall  make  me  whole* 
Give  me,  perfeft  foundnefs  give, 
Make  rne  fteadfaftly  believe. 

2  1  am  never  at  one  ftay  ; 

Changing  ev'ry  hour  I  am : 
But  thou  art  as  yefterday, 

Now  and  evermore  the  fame  ; 
Constancy  to  me  impart, 
'Stablifh  with  thy  grace  my  heart* 

3  Lay  thy  weighty  crofs  on  me, 
All  my  unbelief  controul : 

Till  the  rebel  ceafe  to  be, 

Keep  him  down  within  my  foulj 


f 


238  EELIEVERS    REJOICING. 

That  he  never  more  may  move, 
Root  and  ground  me  faft  in  love. 

4  Give  me  faith  to  hold  me  up, 

Walking  over  life's  rough  fea  j 
Holy,  purifying  hope 

Still  my  foul's  fure  anchor  be ; 
That  I  may  be  always  thine, 
Perfect  me  in  love  divine. 

HYMN    CCXLIV.     Hamilton's., 

1  (~\  FT  I  in  my  heart  have  faid, 
V~x    Who  (hall  afcend  on  high, 
Mount  to  Chrift  my  glorious  head, 

And  bring  him  from  the  {ky  ? 
Borne  on  contemplation's  wing, 

Surely  I  fhall  find  him  there, 
Where  the  angels  praife  their  king, 

And  gain  the  morning-flar. 

2  Oft  I  in  my  heart  have  faid, 

Who  to  the  deep  (hall  (loop, 
Sink  with  Chrift  among  the  dead 

From  thence  to  bring  him  up  ? 
Could  1  but  my  heart  prepare 

By  unfeign'd  humility, 
Chrift  would  quickly  enter  there, 

And  ever  dwell  with  me. 

3  But  the  righteoufnefs  of  faith 

Hath  taught  me  better  things  : 
"  Inward  turn  thine  eyes"    (it  faith, 
While  Chrift  to  me  it  brings) 


BELIEVERS    FIGHTING — PRAYING.    239 

"  Chrift  is  ready  to  impart 

"  Life  to  all,  for  life  who  frgli ; 
"  In  thy  mouth,  and  in  thy  heart 
'*  The  word  is  ever  nigh." 

HYMN     CCXLV.     Olncy. 
For   Believers  Fighting, 

OMay  thy  powerful  word 
Infpire  a  feeble  worm, 
To  rufh  into  thy  kingdom,   Lord, 

And  take  it  as  by  itorm  ! 
O  may  we  all  improve 

The  grace  already  given, 
To  feize  the  crown  of  perfect  love, 
And  fcale  the  mount  of  heaven  ! 
HYMN    CCXLVI.     Sheffield^ 

For  Believers  Praying. 

1  (~\  Wond'rous  power  of  faithful  prayer  ! 
\J  What  tongue  can  tell  th'almighty  grace  1 
God's  hands  or  bound  or  open  are, 

As  Mofes  or  Elijah  prays  ; 
Let  Mofes  in  the  Spirit  groan* 
And  God  cries  out,  "  Let  me  alone  I 

2  "  Let  me  alone,  that  all  my  wrath 

"  May  rife,  the  wicked  to  confume  !. 
n  While  Juftice  hears  thy  praying  faith, 

"  It  cannot  feal  the  fioner's  doom  ; 
"  My  Son  is  in  my  fervant's  pray'r, 
"    -ndjefus  forces  me  to  fpare." 

3  O  bleffed  word  of  gofpel-grace, 

Which  now  we  for  our  Ifrael  plead  I 
A  faithlefs  and  backfiidtng  race, 

Whom  thou  hail  out  of  Egypt  freed  ; 

A. 


240  BELIEVERS    WATCHING. 

O  do  not  then  in  wrath  chaftife, 
Nor  let  thy  whole  difpleafure  rife ! 

4  Father  !   we  afk  in  Jefu's  name, 

In  Jefti's  pow'r  and  fpirit  pray, 
Divert  thy  vengeful  thunder's  aim  I 

O  turn  thy  threat'ning  wrath  away  j 
Our  guilt  and  punifhment  remove, 
And  magnify  thy  pard'ning  love  ! 

5  Father  !   regard  thy  pleading  Son, 

Accept  his  all-availing  prayer, 
And  fend  a  peaceful  anlwer  down, 

In  honor  of  our  fpokefman  there, 
Whofe  blood  proclaims  our  fins  forgiven. 
And  fpeaks  thy  rebels  up  to  heaven. 

HYMN     CCXLVII.     JJUngton, 

For  Believers  IVatching. 

IERCE,  fill  me  with  an  humble  fear; 
My  utter  helpleffnefs  reveal : 
Satan  and  fin  are  always  near, 
Thee  may  I  always  nearer  feel. 

2  O  !   that  to  thee  my  conftant  mind 

Might  with  an  even  flame  afpire  ; 
Pride  in  its  earlieft  motions  find, 
And  mark  the  rifings  of  defire. 

3  O  !   that  my  tender  foul  might  fly 

The  firft  abhorr'd  approach  of  ill ; 
Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye 

The  flighted  touch  of  fin  to  feel. 
4.  Till  thou  anew  my  foul  create, 

Still  may  I  flrive,  and  watch,  and  pray. 
Humbly  and  confidently  wait, 

And  long  to  fee  the  perfect  day. 


BELIEVERS     WORKING.  24I 

"HYMN    CCXLVIII.     i$d  Pfalm. 

For  Believers    Working. 

1  *\1£T  HEN  quiet  in  my  houfe  I  fit, 

VV      Thy  book  be  my  companion  flill ; 
My  joy,  thy  fayfngg  to  repeat, 

Talk  o'er  the  records  of  thy  will  ; 
And  fearch  the  oracles  divine, 
Till  ev'ry  heart-felt  word  be  mine, 

2  O  may  the  gracious  words  divine 

Subject  of  all  my  converfe  be  ; 
So  will  the  Lord  his  follower  join, 

And  walk  and  talk  himfelf  with  me  : 
So  mall  my  heart  his  prefence  prove, 
And  burn  with  everlafting  love. 

3  Oft  as  I  lay  me  down  to  reft, 

O  may  the  reconciling  word 
Sweetly  compofe  my  weary  breaft, 

While  on  the  bofom  of  my  Lord 
I  fink  in  blifsfu!  dreams  away, 
And  vifions  of  eternal  day. 

4  Riling  to  fing  my  Saviour's  praife, 

Thee  may  I  publifh  all  day  long, 
And  let  thy  precious  word  of  grace 

Flow  from  my  heart  and  fill  my  tongue  1 
Fill  all  my  life  with  purelt  love, 
And  join  me  to  thy  church  above. 

HYMN     CCXLIX.      Maritnbourn. 

For  Believers  Suffering. 
1    1%  /TASTER,   I  own  thy  lawful  claim, 
_l_V_l    Thine,  wholly  thine,   I  lo:>g  to  be  5 
Thou  feeft  at  laft  I  willing  am, 

Where'er  thou  go'll  to  follow  thee  ; 


242  BELIEVERS    SUFFERING. 

Myfelf  in  all  things  to  deny  : 
Thine,  wholly  thine,  to  live  and  die,. 
2  Whate'er  my  finful  flefh  requires, 
For  thee  I  cheerfully  forego  \ 
My  covetous  and  vain  defires, 

My  hopes  of  happinefs  below  ; 
My  fenfes  and  my  padions*  food, 
And  all  my  thirft  for  creature  good. 

3  Pleafure,  and  wealth,  and  praife  no  more 

Shall  lead  my  captive  foul  aftray  j 
My  fond  purfuits  I  all  give  o'er, 

Thee,  only  thee  refolv'd  t9  obey ; 
My  own  in  all  things  to  refign, 
And  know  no  other  will  but  thine. 

4  All  pow'r  is  thine  in  earth  and  heaven  j 

All  fulnefs  dwells  in  thee  alone  ; 
Whate'er  I  have  was  freely  giv'n  ; 

Nothing  but  fin  I  call  my  own  ; 
Other  propriety  difclaim  : 
Thou  only  art  the  great  I  AM, 
J   Wherefore  to  thee  I  all  refign  ; 

Being  thou  art,  and  Love,  and  pow'r  ; 
Thy  only  will  be  done,  not  mine  ! 

Thee,  Lord  let  earth  and  heav'n  adore  ! 
Flow  back  the  rivers  to  the  fea, 
And  let  our  all  be  loft  in  thee  ! 

HYMN    CCL.     Kingswood. 

i    ^"NAST  on  the  fidelity 
V_/    Of  my  redeeming  Lord, 
I  fhall  his  falvation  fee 
According  to  his  word  ; 


BELIEVERS    SUFFERING.  243 

Credence  to  his  word  I  give, 

My  Saviour  in  diflreiTes  pad 
Will  not  now  his  fervant  leave, 

But  bring  nie  through  at  laft. 
Better  than  my  boding  fears 

To  me  thou  oft  hall  prov'd ; 
Oft  obferv'd  my  filcnt  tears, 

And  challeng'd  thy  belov'd  : 
Mercy  to  my  refcue  flew, 

And  death  ungrafp'd  his  fainting  prey  ; 
Pain  before  thy  face  withdrew, 

And  forrow  fled  away. 
Now  as  yefterday  the  fame, 

In  all  my  troubles  nigh, 
Jefus,  on  thy  word  and  name 

I  fteadfaftly  rely  : 
Sure  as  now  the  grief  I  feel ; 

The  promised  joy  I  foon  {hall  have  ; 
Sav'd  again j  to  iiriners  tell 

Thy  power  and  will  to  fave. 
To  thy  blefied  will  refign'd, 

And  ftay'd  on  that  alone, 
I  thy  perfect  ftrength  fnall  find, 

Thy  faithful  mercies  own  ; 
Compafs'd  round  with  fongs  of  praife, 

My  all  to  my  Redeemer  give  ; 
Spread  thy  miracles  of  grace, 

And  for  tiiv  glory  live. 
H  Y  M'N     CCLI.     Welling. 

Thou  Lamb  of  God,  thou  Prince  of  Peace, 
For  thee  my  thlrfty  foul  doth  pine ! 
My  longing  heart  implores  thy  grace  ; 
O  make  mc  in  thv  likenefs  (hine  3 
X  3 


244      BELIEVERS  SUFFERING. 

2  With  fraudlefs,  even,  humble  mind, 

Thy  will  in  all  things  may  I  fee  I 
In  love  be  every  wifh  refign'd, 

And  hallow'd  my  whole  heart  to  thee* 

3  When  pain  o'er  my  weak  flefli  prevails, 

With  lamb-like  patience  arm  my  breaft  ; 
When  grief  my  wounded  foul  afiails, 
In  lowly  meeknefs  may  I  reft. 

4  Clofe  by  thy  fide  ftill  may  I  keep, 

Howe'er  life's  various  currents  flow  ; 
With  fteadfaft  eye  mark  ev'ry  ftep, 
And  follow  thee  where'er  thou  go. 

5  Thou,   Lord,  the  dreadful  fight  haft  won  ; 

Alone  thou  haft  the  wine-prefs  trod  ! 
In  me  thy  ftrength'ning  grace  be  mown, 
O  may  I  conquer  through  thy  blood  1 

6  So  when  on  Sion  thou  (halt  ftand, 

And  all  heaven's  hofh  adore  their  King? 
Shall  1  be  found  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  free  from  pain  thy  glories  fmg. 

H  Y  H  N    CCLIL    Athlom. 

i     TESU,  the  weary  wand'rers'  reft, 
J     Give  me  thy  eafy  yoke  to  bear  ; 
With  fteadfaft  patience  arm  my  breaft, 
With  fpotlefs  love,  and  lowly  fear, 
2   Thankful  I  take  the  cup  from  thee, 
Prepar'd  and  mingled  by  thy  (kill, 
Though  bitter  to  the  tafte  it  be, 
Powerful  the  wounded  foul  to  heal. 
g   Be  thou,   O  Rock  of  ages,  nigh  ! 

So  (hall  each  murmuring  thought  be  gone 


BELIEVERS  GROANING,  53V.   245 

And  grief,  and  fear  and  care  (hall  fly- 
As  clouds  before  a  mid-day  fun. 

4  Speak  to  my  warring  paffions,  "  Peace  ;" 

Say  to  my  troubled  heart,  "  Be  ft  ill :" 
Thy  power  my  ftrength  and  fortrefs  is,    . 
For  all  things  ferve  thy  fov'reign  will. 

5  O  death  !   where  is  thy  fling ,?  where  now 

Thy  boafted  victory,  O  grave  ? 
Who  (hall  contend  with  God  ?  or  who 
Can  hurt  whom  God  delights  to  fave  ? 

o 

HYMN    CCLIII.     Aihhne. 

For  Believers  groaning  for  full  Redemption, 

1  (T\  GOD  mod  merciful  and  true, 
\_S    Thy  nature  to  my  foul  impart  ; 
'otabiifh  with  me  the  cov'naut  new, 

And  write  perfection  on  my  heart. 

2  To  real  holinefs  rcilcr'd, 

0  let  me  gain  my  Saviour's  mind  j 
And  in  the  knowledge  of  my  Lord 

Fulnefs  of  life  eternal  find. 

3  Remember,  Lord,   my  fins  no  more, 

That  them  I  may  no  more  forget ; 
But  firfk  in  guiltlefs  fhame,  adore 
With  fpeechlefs  wonder  at  thy  feel. 

4  O'erwhelm'd  with  thy  ftupendous  grace, 

1  ihall  not  in  thy  prefence  move  ; 
But  breathe  unutterable  praife, 

A  ad  rapturous  awe,  and  fiient  love. 

5  Then  ev'ry  murmuring  thought,   and  vaiOj 

Expires,  in  fweet  confuiion  loft  : 
X  cannot  of  my  crofs  complain, 
I  capnot  of  my  goodnefs  bo; 


4<5  Believers  brought  to  the  Birtk, 

i  Pardon'd  for  all  that  I  have  done, 
My  mouth  as  in  the  duft  I  hide, 
And  glory  give  to  Gcd  alone, 
My  God,  for  ever  pacify'd. 

HYMN     CCLIV.     Invitation, 

For  Believers  brought  to  the  Birth. 

OGOD,  to  whom  in  flefh  reveai'd 
The  helplefs  all  for  fuccour  came  j 
The  lick  to  be  reliev'd  and  heal'd, 
And  found  falvation  in  thy  name. 
:  With  publicans  and  harlots  I, 

In  thefe  thy  Spirit's  gofpel  days, 
To  thee  the  finner's  friend  draw  nigh, 
And  humbly  hie  for  faving  grace. 
;  Thou  feed  me  helplefs  and  diftrefs'd, 

Feeble,  and  faint,  and  blind,  and  poor  j 
Weary  I  come  to  thee  for  reft, 
And  fick  of  fin,  implore  a  cure. 
f.  My  fin's  incurable  difeafe, 

Thou,  Jefus,  thou  alone  canft  heal : 
Infpire  me  with  thy  pow'r  and  peace, 
And  pardon  on  my  confcience  feal. 
j  A  touch,  a  word,  a  look  frum  thee, 
Can  turn  my  heart  and  make  it  clean? 
Purge  the  foul,  inbred  leprofy, 
And  fave  me  from  my  bofom-fin, 
5  Lord,  if  thou  wilt,   I  do  believe, 

Thou  canft  the  faving  grace  impart  j 
Thou  canft  this  inftant  now  forgive, 
And  ftamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 
7  My  heart,  which  now  to  thee  I  raife, 

I  know  thou  canft  this  moment  cleanfe  ; 


Believers  brought  to  the  Birth.  247 

The  deepcft  (tains  of  fin  efface, 

And  drive  the  evil  fpirit  hence. 
Be  it  according  to  thy  word  ! 

Accomplifli  now  thy  work  in  me  ; 
And  let  my  foul  to  health  reftor'd, 

Devote  its  little  ail  to  thee  ! 

HYMN    CCLV.     Welling. 

JESU,  thy  far-extended  fame 
My  drooping  foul  exults  to  hear  ; 
Thy  name,  thy  all-reftoring  name, 

Is  mufjc  in  a  tinner's  ear. 
Sinners  of  old  thou  didft  receive 

With  comfortable  words  and  kind ; 
Their  forrows  cheer,  their  wants  relieve$ 

Heal  the  difeas'd  and  cure  the  blind* 
And  art  thou  not  the  Saviour  ftill, 

In  ev'ry  place  and  age  the  fame  ? 
Haft  thou  forgot  thy  gracious  fkill, 

Or  loft  the  virtue  of  thy  name  ? 
Faith  in  thy  changelefs  name  I  have  ; 

The  good,  the  kind  phyfkian,  thou 
Art  able  now  our  fouls  to  favc, 

Art  willing  to  rcftore  them  now. 
Though  feventeen  hundred  years  are  pad 

Since  thou  didft  in  the  ficfli  appear, 
Thy  tender  mercies  ever  lait, 

And  ftill  thy  healing  pow'r  is  here. 
Wculdft  thou  the  body's  health  reftore, 

And  not  regard  the  £a-fick  foul? 
The  fm-fick  foul  thou  lov'il  much  more% 

And  furely  thou  malt  make  it  whole. 


248       For  the  Society  Praying. 

7  All  my  difeafe,  my  ev'ry  fin, 

To  thee,   O  Jems,   I  confefs  : 
In  pardon,   Lord,  my  cure  begin, 
And  perfect  me  in  holinefs. 

8  That  token  of  thy  utmoft  good, 

Now,  Saviour,  now  on  me  beftow ; 
And  purge  my  eonfcience  with  thy  blood, 
And  wafh  my  nature  white  as  fnow. 

HYMN     CCLVI.      Mufciartr. 
For  the  Society   Praying. 

1  171  XCEPT  the  Lord  condu&  the  plan, 
j2j    The  beft-ccncerted  fchemes  are  vain, 

And  never  can  fucceed  ; 
We  fpend  our  wretched- ftrength  for  nought 
But  if  our  works  in  thee  are  wrought, 
They  (hall  be  bleft  indeed. 

2  Lord,  if  thou  didft  thyfelf  infpire 
Our  fouls  with  this  intenfe  defire, 

Thy  goodnefs  to  proclaim  ; 
Thy  glory  if  we  now  intend, 
O  Let  our  deed  begin  and  end 

Complete  in  Jefu's  name  ! 

3  In  Jefu's  name  behold  we  meet, 
Far  from  an  evil  world  retreat, 

And  all  its  frantic  ways ; 
One  only  thing  refolv'd  to  know, 
And  fquare  our  ufeful  lives  below 

By  reafon  and  by  grace. 
A.  Not  in  the  t<  mbs  we  pine  to  dwell? 
Not  in  the  dark  monaftic  cell, 

By  vows  and  grates  confin'd  ; 


PASTORAL     HYMN.  249 

Freely  to  all  ourfelves  we  give, 
Conftrain'd  by  Jefu's  love  to  live 
The  fcrvants  of  mankind. 

Now,  Jefu,   now  thy  love  impartj 
To  govern  each  devoted  heart, 

And  fit  us  for  thy  will  ! 
Deep  founded  in  the  truth  of  grace, 
Build  up  thy  riling  church,  and  place 

The  city  on  the  hill. 

O  let  our  love  and  faith  abound  1 
O  let  our  lives  to  all  around 

With  purelt  luftre  inine  ! 
That  all  around  our  works  may  fee, 
And  give  the  glory,   Lord,  to  thee., 

The  heavenly  light  divine  ! 

HYMN     CCLVII.     Worcejbr* 

A  Paftoral  Hymn. 

I    T  T  OW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
JtJL    Vv'ho  {land  on  Zion's  hill, 
That  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

How  charming  is  their  voice, 

So  f'.vtet  the  tidings  are  ! 
"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King  ; 

"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3   How  happy  are  cur  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  found, 
Which  k'ngs  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  fought  but  never  found  I 


250  PASTORAL    HYMN- 

4  How  blefifed  are  our  eyes 

That  fee  this  heavenly  light ; 
Prophets  and  kings  dehVd  it  long^, 
But  dy'd  without  the  fight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice* 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jerufalem  breaks  forth  in  fongs, 
And  deferts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad ; 
Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God, 


HYMN     CCLVIII.     St.  Paul's, 

1  *        OVERS  of  pleafure  more  than  God> 
1   a    For  you  he  fufFer'd  pain  ; 

Swearers,  for  you  he  fpilt  his  blood  ; 
And  fhall  he  bleed  in  vain  ? 

2  MiferSy  his  life  for  you  he  paid, 

Your  bafeil  crimes  he  bore  ; 
Drunkards,  your  fins  on  him  were  laid>. 
That  you  might  fin  no  more. 

3  The  God  of  love.,  to  earth  he  came, 

That  you  might  come  to  heaven ; 
Believe,  believe,  in  Jefu's  name, 
And  all  your  fins  forgiven. 


BELIEVERS    WATCHING.  2JI 

4  Believe  in  him  that  dy'd  for  thee  : 
And  fure  as  he  hath  died, 
Thy  debt  is  paid,  thy  foul  is  free, 
And  thou  art  juflilied. 

HYMN     CCLIX.     Handel's  March, 

1  1     T  ARK  !  how  the  watchmen  cry.: 
XT.    Attend  the  trumpet's  found ; 
Stand  to  your  arms  !   the  foe  is  nigh-! 

The  powers  of  hell  furround  : 
Who  bow  to  Chrift's  command, 

Your  arms  and  hearts  prepares 
The  day  of  battle  is  at  hand  ! 

Go  forth  to  glorious  war  ! 

2  See  on  the  mountain-top 

The  flandard  of  our  God  1. 
In  Jefu's  name  I  lift  it  up, 

All  ftain'd  with  hallow'd  blood, 
His  ftandard-bearer  I 

To  all  the  nations  call : 
Let  all  to  Jefu's  crofs  draw  nigh  S 

He  bore  the  crofs  for  all. 

3  Go  up  with  Chrift  your  Head, 

Your  Captain's  footlleps  fee  : 
Follow  your  Captain  and  be  led 

To  certain  victory. 
All  power  to  him  is  given  ; 

He  ever  reigns  the  fame  : 
Salvation,  happinefs,  and  heaven, 

Are  all  in  Jefu's  name. 
Y 


252  Believers  brought  to  the  Birth* 

4  Only  have  faith  in  God  : 

In  faith  your  foes  aflail : 
Not  wreftllng  againft  flefh  and  blood, 

But  all  the  powers  of  hell : 
From  thrones  of  glory  driven, 

By  flaming  vengeance  hurl'd, 
They  throng  the  air  and  darken  heaven. 

And  rule  the  lower  world. 

HYMN     CCLX.      Cary's. 
2  TITATCH'D  by  the  world's  malignant 

Who  load  us  with  reproach  and  fhame : 
As  fervants  of  the  Lord  moft  high, 

As  zealous  for  his  glorious  name, 
We  ought  in  ail  his  paths  to  move 
With  holy  fear  and  humble  love. 

2  That  wifdom,  Lord,  on  us  be  flow, 

From  every  evil  to  depart, 
To  (top  the  mouth  of  every  foe  ; 

While,  upright  both  in  life  and  heart. 
The  proof  of  godly  fear  we  give, 
And  fliew  them  how  the  Chriilians  live. 


H  Y  M  N     CCLXI.     Mufician's. 
For  Believers  brought  to  the  Birth* 


O  Glorious  hope  of  perfect  love  \ 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above  ■ 
It  bears  on  eagles'  wings ; 


Believers  brought  to  the  Birth.    253 

It  ogives  my  raviflvd  foul  to  tafte, 
And  makes  me  for  fome  moments  feaft 
With  Jefn's  priefts  and  kings. 


The  things  eternal  I  puriue, 
A  happinefs  beyond  the  view 

Of  thofe  that  bafely  pant, 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  feen  ; 
Their  honours,  wealth,  and  pleafures  me?.n; 

I  neither  have  nor  want. 


3  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own  : 
A  ftranger  to  the  world  unknown, 

I  all  their  goods  defpife  ; 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight, 
And  feek  a  country  out  of  fight, 

A  country  in  the  ikies. 

4  There  is  my  houfe  and  portion  fair, 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  is  there, 

And  my  abiding  home  ; 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  flay, 
And  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jefus  bids  me  come  ! 

5  I  come,  thy  fervant,  Lord,  replies, 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  fkies, 

And  claim  my  heavenly  reft  ; 
Now  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end, 
Now,  O  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 

Receive  me  to  thv  breaft  ! 


254  Believers  brought  to  the  Birth. 

HYMN     CCLXII.     Dedication. 

I   "IX  THY  not  now,  my  God,  my  God  * 
V  V      Ready  if  thou  always  art, 
Make  in  me  thy  mean  abode, 

Take  poffeflion  of  my  heart : 
If  thou  canft  fo  greatly  bow  ! 

Friend  of  fmners,  why  not  now  ? 
%  God  of  love  in  this  my  day, 
For  thyfelf  to  thee  I  cry  ; 
Dying,  if  thou  ftill  delay, 
Mult  I  not  for  ever  die? 
Enter  now  thy  pooreft  home  : 
Now,  my  utraoft  Saviour,  come. 

HYMN    CCLXIII.     Hamilton'^ 

1  XTOW,  even  now,  I  yield,  I  yield* 
JlN     With  all  my  fins  to  part ; 
Jefus,  fpeak  my  pardon  feal'd* 

And  purify  my  heart ! 
Purge  the  love  of  fin  away, 

Then  I  into  nothing  fall  : 
Then  I  fee  the  perfect  day  ; 

And  Chrift  is  all  in  all. 

2  Jefu,  now  our  hearts  infpire 

With  that  pure  love  of  thine  } 
Kindle  now  the  heavenly  fire 

To  brighten  and  refine  i 
Purify  our  faith  like  gold  : 

All  the  drefs  of  fin  remove ; 
Melt  our  fpirits  down,  and  mcwld 

Into  thy  perfect  love. 


BELIEVERS    INTERCEDING.        255 

HYMN    CCLXIV.     Mgd-Song. 
For  Believers  Interceding. 

PART    TH  E    FIRST. 

1  TJ'ATHER,  if  juftly  ftill  we  claim 
Jj  To  us  and  ours  the  promife  made, 
To  us  be  gracioufly  the  fame, 

And  crown  with  living  fire  our  head. 

2  Our  claim  admit,  and  from  above, 

Of  holinefs,  the  fpirit  mower, 
Of  wife  difcernment,  humble  love, 
And  zeal,  and  unity,  and  power., 

3  The  fpirit  of  convincing  fpeech, 

Of  power  demonstrative  impart  : 
Such  as  may  every  confeience  reach, 
And  found  the  unbelieving  heart : 

4  The  fpirit  of  refining  fire, 

Searching  the  in  mo  ft  of  the  mind, 
To  purge  all  fierce  and  foul  deilre, 
And  kindle  life  more  pure  end  kind : 

5  The  fpirit  of  faith  in  this  thy  day, 

To  break  the  power  of  cancell'd  iin, 

Tread  down  its  ftrength,  o'erturn  its  fway, 

And  ftill  the  conqueft  mere  than  win. 

6  The  fpirit  breathe  of  inward  life, 

Which  in  our  hearts?  thy  laws  may  write  : 
len  grief  expires,   and  pain  and  ilrife.: 
'"'":•  s  nature  all,  and  all  delight. 
Y  2 


2$6  SOCIETY    PRAYING. 

HYMN    CCLXV.     AngelSong. 

PART    THE    SECOND. 

1  (~\  N  all  the  earth  thy  Spirit  mower, 
\J    The  earth  in  rightcoufnefs  renew  c* 
Thy  kingdom  come,  and  hell's  o'erpower, 

,And  to  thy  fceptre  all  fubdue, 

2  Like  mighty  winds  or  torrents  fierce, 

Let  it  oppofers  all  o'ertum  j 
And  every  law  of  fin  reverfe, 

That  faith  and  love  may  make  all  one„ 


o 


Yea,  let  thy  Spirit  in  every  place 

Its  rjcheft  energy  declare  : 
While  lovely  tempers,  fruits  of  grace, 

The  kingdom  of  thy  Chriil  prepare, 


4  Grant  this,  O  holy  God,  and  true ; 
The  ancient  feers  thou  didft  infpire! 
To  us  perform  the  prcmife  due, 

Defcend  and  crown  us  now  with  fire  !' 


HYMN    CCLXVI.    Aldrick 


For  the  Society   Praying. 

COME,  thou  omnifcient  Son  of  man^ 
'  Difplay  thy  fifting  pow'r, 
Come  with- thy 'winnowing  Spirit's  fan> 
And  throughly  purge  thy  flooiji 


SOCIETY    PARTING.  257 

2  The  chaff  of  fin,  the  accurfed  thing, 

Far  from  our  fouls  be  driven  : 
The  wheat  into  thy  garner  bring, 
And  lay  us  up  for  heaven. 

3  Look  through  us  with  thy  eyes  of  flame, 

The  clouds  and  darknefs  chafe  ; 
And  tell  me  what  by  fin  I  am, 
And  what  I  am  by  grace.    ' 

4  Whate'er  offends  thy  glorious  eyes, 

Far  from  our  hearts  remove  ; 
As  duff  before  the  whirlwind  flies, 
Difperfe  it  by  thy  love. 

5  Then  let  us  all  thy  fulnefs  know, 

From  every  fin  fet  free  ; 
SavM,  to  the  utmoft  fav'd  below, 
And  perfectly  like  thee. 

HYMN     CCLXVII.     Fetter-Lane. 
For  the  Society  Parting. 

1  f~^  OD  of  all  confolation,  take 
VJJT    The  glory  of  thy  grace  ! 
Thy  gifts  to  thee  we  render  back 

In  ceafelefs  fongs  of  praife. 

2  Thro'  thee  we  now  together  came 

In  finglenefs  of  heart : 
We  met,.  O  Jefus,  in  thy  name^ 
And  in  thy  name  we  part. 


253  SOCIETY    PARTING. 

3  We  part  in  body,  not  in  mind : 

Our  minds  continue  one  ; 
And  each  to  each  in  Jefus  join'd, 
We  hand  in  hand  go  on. 

4  Subfifts  as  in  us  all  one  foul ; 

No  power  can  make  us  twain  ; 
And  mountains  rife  and  oceans  roll,, 
To  fever  us,  in  vain. 

5  Prefent  we  ft  ill  in  fpirit  are, 

And  intimately  nigh, 
While  on  the  wings  of  faith  and  prayer 
We  each  to  other  fly. 

6  In  jefus  Chrifl;  together  we 

In  heavenly  places  fit : 
Cloath'd  with  the  fun,  we  fmile  to  fee 
The  mcon  beneath  our  feet. 

7  Our  life  is  hid  with  Chrifl:  in  God .: 

Our  life  (hall  foon  appear, 

And  fhcd  his  glory  all  abroad 

On  all  his  members  here. 

8  The  heavenly  treafure  now  we  have 

In  a  vile  houfe  of  clay  ; 
But  he  (hall  to  the  utmoft  fave, 
And  keep  it  to  that  day. 

g  Our  fouls  are  to  his  mighty  hand, 
And  he  fnall  keep  them  ftill ; 
And  you,  and  I  fnali  furely  (land. 
With  him  on  Sioii's  hill.! 


SOCIETY    PARTING.  259 

10  Htm  eye  to  eye  we  there  (hall  fee  ; 

Our  face  like  his  fhall  fhine  j 
O  what  a  glorious  company, 
When  faints  and  angels  join  1 

11  O  what  a  joyful  meeting  there  ! 

In  robes  of  white  array'd, 
Palms  in  our  hands  we  all  fhall  bear, 


And  crowns  upon  our  head. 

12     Then  let  us  lawfully  contend, 

And  fight  our  paflage  through  : 
Bear  in  our  faithful  minds  the  end,, 
And  keep  the  prize  in  view. 

i£     Then  let  us  haften  to  the  day, 

When  all  fhall  be  brought  homei 
Come,  O  Redeemer,  come  away  ! 
O  Jefus,  quickly  come  ! 

HYMN    CCLXVIII.     Lamp% 

1  A  ND  let  our  bodies  part, 
jT\.   To  different  climes  repair  ; 
Infeparably  join'd  in  heart 

The  friends  of  Jefus  are  ! 

2  Jefus  the  corner-ftone, 

Did  firft  our  hearts  unrte  ! 
And  ftill  he  keeps  our  fpirits  one* 
Who  walk  with  him  in  white.' 

3  0  let  us  ftill  proceed 

In  jefu's  worjs.  bejowj 


•260  SOCIETY    PARTING. 

And  following  our  triumphant  Hea/f, 
To  farther  conquefts  go. 

4  The  vineyard  of  the  Lord 

Before  fy's  labourers  lies  ; 
And  lo  i   we  fee  the  vaft  reward 
Which  waits  us  in  the  fkiesJ. 

5  O  let  our  heart  and  mind 

Continually  alcend, 
That  haven  of  repofe  to  find, 
Where  all  our  labours  end  J 

6  Where  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 

Our  fuffering  and  our  pain  1 
Who  meet  on  that  eternal  fliore 
Shall  never  part  again. 

7  O  happy,   happy  place, 

Where  faints  and  angels  meet; 
There  we  (hall  fee  each  other's  face,, 
And  all  otrr  brethren  greet. 

•3  The  church  of  the  firft-born, 
We  mall  with  them  be  bleft, 
And  crown'd  with  endlefs  joy,  return 
To  our  eternal  reft. 

cjt  With  joy  we  fhall  behold, 
In  yonder  bleft  abode, 
The  partriarchs  and  prophets  old, 
And  all  the  faints  of  God, 

10  Abraham  and  Ifaac  there, 
And  Jacob  fhall  receive 
The  followers  of  their  faith  and  prayer, 
Who  now  in  bodies  live. 


CONSOLATION.  l6l 

11  We  (hall  our  time  beneath 

Live  out  in  cheerful  hope, 
And  fearlefs  pafs  the  vale  of  death*- 
And  gain  the  mountain-top. 

12  To  gather  home  his  own, 

God  mall  his  angels  fend, 
And  bid  our  blifs  on  earth  begun, 
In  deathlefs  triumphs  end. 

-■<■  <<>«£>  ^>> 

CONSOLATION. 

HYMN    CCLX1X.     L.  M. 
OMFORT,  ye  minifters  of  grace, 


c 


Comfort  the  people  of  your  Lord, 
O  lift  ye  up  the  fallen  race, 

And  cheer  them  by  the  gofpel-word. 
Go  into  every  nation  go, 

Speak  to  their  trembling  hearts,  and  cry, 
Glad  tidings  unto  all  we  (how; 

Jerufalem,  thy  God  is  nigh. 
Hark  !   in  the  wildernefs  a  cry, 

A  voice  that  loudly  calls,  Prepare  I 
Prepare  your  hearts  for  God  is  nigh, 

And  means  to  make  his  entrance  there  ! 
4  The  Lord  your  God  (hall  quickly  come  i. 

Sinners  repent,  the  call  obey  : 
Open  your  hearts  to  make  him  room, 

Ye  defert  fouls,  prepare  his  way. 
The  Lord  (hall  clear  his  way  thro'  all : 

Whate'er  obftrucls,  obftrucls  in  vain  j 
The  vale  mall  rife,  the  mountain  fall, 

Crooked  be  flraight,  and  rugged  plain, 


l6l  CONSOLATION. 

6  The  glory  of  the  Lord  difplay'd, 
Together  all  mankind  (hall  view  : 
And  what  his  mouth  in  truth  hath  faid* 
His  own  almighty  hand  (hall  do. 

HYMN    CCLXX.     L.  M. 

1  T  T  IGH  on  his  everlafting  throne, 

X.  JL   The  King  of  faints  his  works  furveyv 
Marks  the  dear  fouls  he  calls  his  own, 
And  fmiles  on  the  peculiar  race. 

2  He  refts  well  pleas'd  their  toils  to  fee, 

Beneath  his  eafy  yoke  they  move, 
With  all  their  hearts  and  ftrength  agree 
In  the  fweet  labour  of  his  love. 

3  See  where  the  fervants  of  their  God, 

A  bufy  multitude  appear, 
For  Jefus  day  and  night  employ'd, 
His  heritage  they  toil  to  clear. 

4  The  love  of  Chrift  their  hearts  conftrains, 

And  ftrengthens  their  unwearied  hands, 
They  fpend  their  fweat,  and  blood,  and  pairs', 
To  cultivate  ImmanuePs  lands. 

5  Jefus  their  toil  delighted  fees, 

Their  induftry  vouchfafes  to  crown, 
He  kindly  gives  the  wifh'd  increafe, 
And  fends  the  promis'd  bleffing  down  : 

6  The  fap  of  life,  the  Spirit's  powers, 

He  rains  inceffant  from  above, 
He  ail  his  gracious  fulnefs  fhowers, 
To  perfect  their  great  work  of  lov-c. 


LAMENTATION*  263 

7  O  multiply  thy  Cowers*  Ceed, 

And  fruit  we  every  hour  lhall  bear, 
Throughout  the  world  thy  gofpel  Cpread> 
Thine  everlafling  truth  declare  : 

8  We  all  in  perfect  love  renew'd 

Shall  know  the  greatntfs  of  thy  pow'r^ 
Stand  in  the  temple  of  our  God 
As  pillars,  and  go  out  no  more. 

HYMN    CCLXXI.    C.  M. 

X    /^V  THAT  I  was  as  heretofore, 
V^J    When  warm  in  my  liril  love1!* 
I  only  &Vd  my  God  t'  adore, 
And  feek  the  things  above. 

2  Upon  my  head  his  candle  fhone, 

And  lavifh  of  his  grace, 
With  cords  of  love  he  drew  me  ony 
And  half  unveiPd  his  face. 

3  Butter  and  honey  did  I  eat, 

And  lifted  up  on  high, 
I  faw  the  clouds  beneath  my  feet^ 
And  rode  upon  the  fky. 

4  Far,  far  above  all  earthly  things 

Triumphantly  I  rode  j 
I  foar'd  to  heav'n  on  eagles'  wings, 
And  found  and  talk'd  with  God. 

5  Where  am  I  now,  from  what  an  height 

Of  happinefs  call  down  ! 
The  glory  fwallow'd  up  in  night, 
And  faded  is  the  crown. 
Z 


264  PETITION. 

6  0  God}  thou  art  my  "home,  my  reft, 
For  which  I  figh  in  pain, 
How  fhall  I  'fcape  into  thy  bread, 
My  Eden  now  regain  ? 

H  Y  M  N  °CCLXXII. 

1  O  AVIOUR  from  fin,  I  wait  to  prove 

0  That  Jefus  is  thy  healing  name, 
To  lofe,  when  perfected  in  love, 

What'er  I  have,  or  can,  or  am  j 

1  ftay  me  on  thy  faithful  word, 
The  fervant  fhall  be  as  his  Lord. 

2  Anfwer  that  gracious  end  in  me, 

For  which  thy  precious  life  was  given, 
Redeem  from  all  iniquity, 

Reltore  and  make  me  meet  for  heaven  j 
Unlefs  thou  purge  my  every  (lain, 
Thy  fufFering  and  my  faith  are  vain. 

3  'Tis  not  a  bare  releafe  from  fin, 

Its  guilt  and  pain,  my  foul  requires, 
I  want  a  fpirit  of  power  within  ; 

Thee,  Jefus,  thee  my  heart  defires, 
And  pants,  and  breaks  to  be  renew'd, 
And  wafh'd  in  thine  all-cleanfing  blood, 

4  Didft  thou  not  die  that  I  might  live 

No  longer  to  myfelf,  but  thee  ? 
Might  body,  foul,  and  fpirit  give 

To  him  who  gave  himfelf  for  me  ? 
Come  then,  my  Mafter,  and  my  God, 

Take  the  dear  purchafe  of  thy  blood. 

5  Thine  own  peculiar  fervant  claim, 

For  thine  own  truth  and  mercy's  fake, 
Hallow  in  me  thy  glorious  name, 

own  this  moment  take, 


PETITION.  265 

And  change  and  throughly  purify  ^ 
Thine  only  may  I  live  and  die. 

HYMN    CCLXXIII.     C.  M. 

Jllortiinj  Hymn. 

1  S^i  IVER  and  Guardian  of  my  fieep, 
V_X    To  praife  thy  name  I  wake, 
Still,  Lord,  thy  helplefs  fervant  keep, 

For  thine  own  mercy's  fake. 

2  The  bleffing  of  another  day 

I  thankfully  receive ; 
O  may  I  only  thee  obey, 
And  to  thy  glory  live. 

3  Vouchfafe  to  keep  my  foul  from  fin, 

Its  cruel  power  fufpend, 
Till  all  this  ftrife  and  war  within 

In  perfect  peace  (hall  end. 
j.  Upon  me  lay  thy  mighty  hand, 

My  words  and  thoughts  reftrain, 
Bow  my  whole  foul  to  thy  command^ 

Nor  let  my  faith" be  vain. 
Prifoner  of  hope,  I  wait  the  hour 

Which  (hall  falvation  bring, 
When  all  I  am  mail  own  thy  power, 

And  call  my  Jefns,  King. 

HYMN    CCLXXIV.     L.  M. 

AWAKE,  Jerufalem,  awake, 
No  longer  in  thy  fins  lie  down, 
The  garment  of  falvation  take, 

Thy  beauty  and  thy  ftrength  put  on. 
Shake  off  the  dull  that  blinds  thy  fight, 
And  hides  the  promife  from  thine  eyes, 


266  PETITION. 

Arife  and  druggie  into  light, 

Thy  great  Deliverer  calls,  Arife  ! 

3  Shake  off  the  bands  of  fad  defpair, 

Sion  affert  thy  liberty, 
Look  up,  thy  broken  heart  prepare, 
And  God  (hall  fet  the  captive  free, 

4  Veffels  of  mercy,  fons  of  grace, 

Be  purgM  from  every  finful  ftain, 
Be  like  your  Lord  :  his  word  embrace, 
Nor  bear  his  hallow'd  name  in  vain. 

5  The  Lord  (hall  in  your  front  appear, 

And  lead  the  pompous  triumph  on ; 
His  glory  (hall  bring  up  the  rear, 
And  perfect  what  his  grace  begun; 

HYMN    CCLXXV. 

1  dT^i  OME,  O  thou  traveller  unknown, 
\^/  Whom  ftill  I  own  but  cannot  fee, 
My  company  before  is  gone, 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee, 
With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  ftay, 
And  wrefile  till  the  break  of  day. 

2  In  vain  thou  ftruggleft  to  get  free, 

I  never  will  unloofe  my  hold  : 
Art  thou  the  man  who  dy'd  for  me  ? 

The  fecret  of  thy  love  unfold  ; 
Wreftling  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

3  What  tho'  my  fhrinking  flefh  complain, 

And  murmur  to  contend  fo  long, 
I  rife  fuperior  to  my  pain, 

When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  ftrcng  % 


WATCHING.  267 

And  when  my  all  of  ftrength  mall  fail, 
I  mall  with  the  God-man  prevail. 
Yield  to  me  now, — for  I  am  weak, 

But  confident  in  felf-defpair ; 
Speak  to  my  heart,  in  bleffings  fpeak, 

Be  conquer'd  by  my  inilant  prayer  : 
Speak,  or  thou  never  hence  malt  move, 

And  tell  me  if  thy  name  be  love. 
'Tis  love,  'tis  love  !  Thou  dy'dft  forme, 

I  hear  thy  whifper  in  my  heart, 
The  morning  breaks,  the  fnadows  flee, 

Pure,  univerfal  love  thou  art ; 
To  me,  to  all,  thy  bowels  move, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 
I  know  thee,  Saviour,  who  thou  art, 

Jefus  the  feeble  finner's  friend  ; 
Nor  wilt  thou  with  the  night  depart, 

But  May  and  love  me  to  the  end ; 
Thy  mercies  never  fnall  remove, 
Thy  nature  and  thv  name  is  love. 
HYMN    CCLXXVI. 

OFT  have  we  pafs'd  the  guilty  night 
In  revellings  and  frantic  mirth, 
The  creature  was  our  fole  delight, 

Our  happinefs  the  things  of  earth  ; 
But  O,  fuffice  the  feafon  paft, 
We  chcofe  the  better  part  at  laft. 
We  will  not  ciofe  our  wakeful  eyes, 
We  will  not  let  our  eye  lids  fleep, 
But  humbly  L'ft  them  to  the  iVIes, 

And  all  a  folemri  vigil  keep; 
So  many  nights  on  fin  beftow'd, 
Can  we  not 

Z  2 


2<5S  PETITION.. 

3  We  can,  dear  Jefus,  for  thy  fake, 

Devote  our  every  hour  to  thee  ; 
Speak  but  the  word,  our  fouls  fhall  wake, 

And  fmg  with  cheerful  melody  ; 
Thy  praife  (hall  our  glad  tongues  employ, 
And  every  heart  (hall  dance  for  joy. 

4  Dear  objecl  of  our  faith  and  love, 

We  liilen  for  thy  welcome  voice, 
Our  perfons  and  our  works  approve, 

And  bid  us  in  thy  ftrength  rejoice, 
Now  let  us  hear  the  mighty  cry, 
And  fhoui:  to  find  the  bridegroom  nigh. 

5  Shout  in  the  midft  of  us,  O  King 

Of  faints,  and  let  our  joys  abound, 
Let  us  rejoice,  give  thanks,  and  fing, 

And  triumph  in  redemption  found t 
We  afl<;  in  faith  for  every  foul  ; 
O  let  our  glorious  joy  be  full. 

6  O  may  we  all  triumphant  rife, 

With  joy  upon  our  heads  return, 
And  far  above  thefe  nether  fkies, 

By  thee  on  eagles'  wings  upborne, 
Through  all  yon  radiant  circle  move, 
And  gain  the  hrgheft  heaven  of  love. 

HYMN    CCLXXVII.     C.  M. 

1  /^\  H  for  a  clofer  walk  with  God, 
•\_Jr    A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  j 
A  light  to  mine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  thg  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  bleffednefs  I  knew, 

When  iirll  I  faw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  foul-refrefhing  view 
Of  Jefus  and  his  word  ? 


PETITION.  269 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy'd  ; 
How  fweet  their  memory  dill  ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 
4.  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 
Sweet  mefienger  of  reft  ; 
I  hate  the  fins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  bread. 

5  The  deareil  idol  I  have  known, 

What'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne  ; 
And  worihip  only  thee. 

6  So  mail  my  walk  be  ciofe  with  God, 

Calm  and  ferene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  (hall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 
HYMN    CCLXXVIII.     L.  M. 

1  \   N  inward  baptifm  of  pure  fire, 
jLJL   Wherewith  to  be  baptiz'd  I  have; 
'Tis  all  my  longing  foul's  defire, 

This,  only  this  my  foul  can  fave. 

2  Straight'ned  I  am,  till  this  be  done  : 

Kindle  in  me  the  living  flame  ; 
Father,  in  me  reveal  thy  Son : 
Baptize  me  into  Jefu's  name. 

3  Transform  my  nature  into  thine, 

Let  all  my  powers  thine  imprefs  feel§ 
Let  all  my  foul  become  divine, 

And  ftamp  me  with  thy  Spirit's  feal. 

4  Love,   mighty  love,  my  heart  e'erpow'r, 

Ah  !   why  doit  thou  fo  long  delay  ! 
Cut  fhort  the  work,  bring  near  the  hour, 
And  let  me  fee  thy  perfect  day, 


270  PETITION'. 

5  Behold,  for  thee  I  ever  wait, 

'  Now  let  me  in  thy  image  fhi'ne, 
Now  the  new  heaven  and  earth  create, 
And  plant  with  righteoufnefs  divinfc; 

6  If  with  the  wretched  fons  cf  men 

It  (till  be  thy  delight  to  live, 
Come,  Lord,  beget  my  foul  again, 
Thyfelf,  thy  quickening  Spirit  give. 
HYMN    CCLXXIX.     C.  M. 

1  T^OUNTAIN  of  life,  to  all  btlow, 
JC     Let  thy  falvation  roll : 
Water,  repler.ifh.,  and  o'erfiow 

Every  believing  foul. 

2  Into  that  happy  number,  Lord, 

Us  weary  finners  take, 
Jefus,  fulfil  thy  gracious  word, 
For  thine  own  mercy's  fake. 

3  Turn  back  our  nature's  rapid  tide, 

And  we  fhall  flow  to  thee, 
While  down  the  ftream  of  time  we  glide 
To  our  eternity. 

4  The  well  of  life  to  us  thou  art, 

Of  joy  the  fwelling  flood, 
Wafted  by  thee,  with  willing  lieart 
We  fwifr.  return  to  God. 

5  We  foan  fhall  reach  the  boundlefs  fea, 

Into  thy  fulnefs  fall, 
Be  loft  and  fvvallow'd  up  in  thee, 
Our  God,  our  All  in  All. 

II  V  M  N    CCLXXX.    L.  M. 
THOU,  whom  all  thy  faints  adore, 
We  now  with  all  thy  faints  agreea 
And  bow  cur  inmoft  fouls  before 
Thy  glorious,  awful  Majefty. 


PETITION.  271 

»   The  King  of  nations  we  proclaim, 

Who  would  not  our  great  Sovereign  fear  ? 
We  long  t'  experience  all  thy  name, 
And  now  we  come  to  meet  thee  here. 

5  We  come,  great  God,  to  feek  thy  face, 
And  for  thy  loving  kindnefs  wait  ; 
And  O  how  dreadful  is  this  place  ! 

'Tis  God's  own  houfe,  'tis  heaven's  gate>'. 

f  Tremble  our  hearts  to  find  thee  nigh, 
To  thee  our  trembling  hearts  afpire : 
And  lo  !   we  fee  defcend  from  high 
The  pillar  and  the  flame  of  fire. 

5  Still  let  it  on  th'  afiembly  ftay, 

And  all  the  houfe  with  glory  fill  : 
To  Canaan's  bounds  point  out  the  way, 
And  bring  us  to  the  holy  hill. 

6  There  let  us  all  with  Jefus  ftand, 

And  join  the  general  church  above, 
And  take  our  feats  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  fing  thine  everlaiting  love. 

7  Come,  Lord,  our  fouls  are  on  the  wing, 

Now  on  thy  great  white  throne  appear, 
And  let  my  eyes  behold  my  King, 
And  let  me  fee  my  Saviour  there. 

HYMN    CCLXXXI.     L.  M. 

I    O  AY,  which  of  you  would  fee  the  Lord  ? 
1^3    You  all  may  now  obtain  the  grace, 
Behold  him  in  the  written  word, 

Where  John  unveils  the  Saviour's  face. 


272  PETITION. 

2  Clear  as  the  trumpet's  voice  he  fpeak* 

To  every  foul  that  turns  his  ear  ; 
Amidft  the  golden  candlefticks 

He  walks  :  and  lo  !   he  now  is  here. 

3  Prefent  to  all  believing  fouls, 

They  fee  him  with  an  eagle's  eye  ; 
Down  to  his  feet  a  garment  rolls. 
Stain'd  with  a  glorious  crimfon  dye. 

4  A  golden  girdle  binds  his  bread, 

(Whence  ftreams  of  confolation  flow, 
Milk  for  his  new-born  babes,  who  reft 
In  him,  nor  other  comfort  know.) 

5  His  form  is  as  the  Son  of  Man, 

His  eyes  are  as  a  flame  of  fire 
They  dart  a  fin-confuming  pain, 
And  life  and  joy  divine  infpire. 

6  His  fpotlefs  purity  of  foul, 

We  by  a  lovely  emblem  know, 
His  head  and  hair  are  white  as  wool, 
White  are  they  as  the  driven  fnow. 

7  Glitter  his  feet  like  poliuYd  brafs 

That  long  hath  in  the  furnace  fhone, 
Brighter  than  lightning  is  his  face, 
Brighter  than  the  meridian  fun. 

8  As  many  waters  founds  his  word, 

Seven  ftars  he  holds  in  his  right  hand, 
Out  of  his  mouth  a  two  edg'd  fword 
Goes  forth  :  before  it  who  can  (land  i 

9  Lord,  at  thy  feet  we  fall  as  dead, 

Lay  thy  right  hand  upon  our  foul, 
Scatter  our  fears,  thy  Spirit  ihed, 
And  all  our  unbelief  controu-k 


PETITION.  273 

10  Tell  us,  «  I  am  the  Firft  and  Lair, 

«  Who  liv'd  and  dy'd  for  all,  am  1 1 
(l  And  lo  !  my  bitter  death  is  paft, 
"  And  lo  !  I  live  no  more  .to  die  : 

11  "I  have  the  keys  of  death  and  hell.,> 

Amen  !   thy  record  we  receive, 
And  wait  tPl  thou  our  fpirits  feal> 
And  all  in  all  for  ever  live. 

HYMN    CCLXXXIL     L.  M. 

1  TPVRAW  near,  O  Son  of  God,  draw  near, 
JL>    Us  with  thy  naming  eye  behold, 

Still  in  thy  church  vouchfafe  t'  appear, 
And  let  our  candleftick  be  gold. 

2  Still  hold  the  Mars  in  thy  right  hand, 

And  let  them  in  thy  luftre  glow, 
The  lights  of  a  benighted  land, 
«     The  angels  of  thy  church  below. 

3  Make  good  their  apoftolic  boaft, 

Their  high  commifiion  let  them  prove* 
Be  tempies    of  the  Holy  Ghoft, 

And  filPd  with  faith  and  hope  and  love. 

4  Their  hearts  from  things  of  earth  remove, 

Sprinkle  them,  Lord,  from  iin  and  fear* 
Fix  their  affections  all  above, 

And  lay  up  all  their  treafure  there. 

j   Give  them  an  ear  to  hear  thy  word  ; 
Thou  fpeakefl  to  the  churches  now : 
And  let  all  tongues  confefs  their  Lord, 
Let  every  knee  to  Jefus  bow. 


274  PETITION. 

HYMN    CCLXXXIII. 

i  T  N  boundlefs  mercy,  gracious  Lord,  appear* 
J_  Darknefs  difpel,  thehumblemournercheer  j 
Vain  thoughts  remove,  melt  down  this  flinty 

heart ; 
Caufe  every  foul  to  choofe  the  better  part. 

2  Thy  prefence  fills  the  univerfal  fpace  ; 
Thy  grace  appears  to  all  the  fallen  race  : 
O  vifit  us  with  light  and  life  divine, 
Fill  every  foul,  for  every  foul  is  thine. 

3  The  bleffed  Jefus  is  my  Lord,  my  love  ; 

He  is  my  King,  from  him  I  would  not  move  J 

Away  then  all  ye  objects  that  divert, 

Nor  feek  to  draw  from  my  dear  Lord  my  heart. 

4  That  uncreated  beauty  which  hath  gain'd 
My  ravifh'd  heart,  hath  all  your  glory  ftain'd  ; 
His  lovelinefs  my  foul  hath  prepovTefs'd,. 
And  left  no  room  for  any  other  gueft. 

HYMN    CCLXXXIV.     C.  M. 

i    "I"     ORD,  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee  4. 
H  j    In  vain  my  foul  would  try 
To  fhun  thy  prefence,  or  to  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all  furrounding  fight  furveys 

My  rifing  and  my  reft, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
The  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  thee,  Lord,, 

Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 


CHRISTMAS    HYMN.  275 

Artd  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
Thou  know' it  the  fenfe  I  mean. 

4  O  wond'rous  knowledge,  deep  and  high  I 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Befet  on  every  fide. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  ftill, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  foul  from  every  ill, 
Secur'd  by  Sov'reign  love. 

HYMN    CCLXXXV.     Bo/Ion. 

Chrijlmas  Hymn. 

1  «  Q<  HEPHERDS  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eyes, 

J^    "  And  fend  your  fears  away, 
"  News  from  the  regions  of  the  ikies — 
"  Salvation's  born  to-day. 

2  "  Jefus  the  God  whom  angels  fear, 

"  Comes  down  to  dwell  with  you  ; 
"  To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here, 
"  But  not  as  monarchs  do. 

3  "  No  gold,  nor  purple  fwaddling  bands-, 

"  Nor  royal  mining  things  ; 
"  A  manger  for  his  cradle  Hands., 

"  And  holds  the  King  of  kings. 
"  Go,  fhepherds,  where  the  infant  lies, 

"  And  fee  his  humble  throne  : 
"  With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes, 

"  Go,  fhepherds,  kifs  the  Son  "  • 
Aa 


1*]6  BAPTISM. 

5  Thus  Gabriel  fang,  and  llraight  around 
The  heavenly  armies  throng  ; 
They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  found, 
And  thus  conclude  the  fong : 

(5  "  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 
"  Let  peace  furround  the  earth  ; 
"  Mortals  fhall  knew  their  Maker's  love> 
"  At  their  Redeemer's  birth. " 

7  Lord  !  and  fhall  angels  have  their  fong£> 

And  men  no  tunes  to  raife  ? 
O  may  we  lofe  thefe  ufelefs  tongues 
When  we  forget  to  praife ! 

8  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 

That  pitied  us  forlorn, 
We  join  to  fing  our  Maker's  love, 
For  there's  a  Saviour  born. 

BAPTISM. 

HYMN    CCLXXXVI.    C.  M; 

i    r^i  ELESTIAL  Dove,  defcend  from  high, 
\_y    And  on  the  water  brood  : 
Come,  with  thy  quick'ning  pow'r  apply 
The  water  and  the  blood. 

Z  Almighty  God,  for  thee  we  call, 
And  our  requeft  renew  : 
Accept  in  Chrift,  and  blefs  witlia'f 
The  work  we  have  to  do* 


BAPTISM. 


277 


HYMN    CCLXXXVII.    S.  M., 

1  £~~*\  ALL'D  from  above  I  rife 
V_y    And  warn  away  my  fin, 
The  llream  to  which  my  fpirit  flits 

Can  make  the  fouleft  clean, 

2  It  runs  divinely  clear, 

A  fountain  deep  and  wide  : 
'Twas  open'd  by  the  foldier's  fpear, 
In  my  Redeemer's  fide  ! 


HYMN    CCLXXXVIII.    L.  M. 

1  /^4  0ME,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghofl, 
V^y    Honour  the  means  ordain'd  by  thee  \ 
Make  good  our  apoftolic  boaft, 

And  own  thy  glorious  miniftiy, 

2  Father,  in  thefe  reveal  thy  Son  : 

In  thefe  for  whom  we  feek  thy  face, 
The  hidden  myitery  make  known, 
The  inward,  pure,  baptizing  grace,?. 

3  Jefus  with  us  thou  always  art : 

EfFecVate  now  the  facred  fign  : 
The  gift  unfpeakable  impart, 
And  blefs  the  ordinance  divine. 

4  Eternal  Spirit  defcend  from  high2 

Baptizer  of  our  fpirits,  thou  ! 
The  facramental  feal  apply, 

And  witnefs  with  the  water  now  J 


278  CLASS-MEETING. 

CLASS-MEETING, 

HYMN    CCLXXXIX. 

j  A  LL  thanks  to  the  Lamb  who  ^ives  ire 
JLJ^       to  meet : 

His  love  we  proclaim,  his  praifes  repeat  : 
We  own  him  our  Jefus,  continually  near, 
To  pardon,  and  blefs  us,  and  perfect  us  here. 

2  In  him  we  have  peace,  in  him  we  have  pow'r, 
Preferv'd  by  his  grace  throughout  the  dark 

hour: 
In  all  our  temptation,  he  keeps  us  to  prove 
His  utmoft  falvation,  his  fulnefs  of  love. 

3  Pronounce  the  glad  word,  and  bid  us  be  free  ; 
Ah  !  haft  thou  not,  Lord,  a  blefiing  for  me  ? 
The  peace  thou  haft  given  this  moment  impart, 
And  open  thy  heaven,  O  Love,  in  my  heart ! 

HYMN    CCXC.    C.  M. 

1    QEE,  Jefu,  thy  difciples,  fee, 
|^  The  promis'd  blefiing  give ! 
Met  in  thy  name,  we  look  to  thee, 
Expecting  to  receive. 

1  Thee  we  expect,  our  faithful  Lord, 
Who  in  thy  name  are  join'd  : 
We  wait  according  to  thy  word, 
Thee  in  the  midft  to  find. 

3  Whom  now  we  feek,  O  may  we  meet  4 
Jefus,  the  crucify'd, 
Shew  us  thy  bleeding  hands  and  feet, 
Thou  who  for  us  haft  dy'd. 


PUNERAL.  279 

H  Y  M  N    CCXCI. 

1  A    PPointed  by  thee,  we  meet  In  thy  name, 
JL~\.  And  meekly  agree  to  follow  the  Lamb, 
To  trace  thy  example,  the  world  to  difdain, 
And  conftantly  trample  on  pleafure  and  pain, 

2  O  Jefus  appear  !   no  longer  delay, 
To  fanctify  here,  and  bear  us  away  ; 

The  end  of  our  meeting  on  earth  let  us  fee, 
Triumphantly  fitting  in  glory  with  thee  ! 

HYMN    CCXCII.     L.  M. 

Funeral, 

1  np  HANKS  be  to  God  whofe  faithful  love 

X      Hath  call'd  another  to  his  breait, 
Tranflated  him  to  joys  above, 
To  manfions  of  eternal  reft. 

2  He  the  good  fight  of  faith  hath  won, 

He  heard  with  joy  the  welcome  word : 
"  Hither  come  up  (thy  work  is  done) 
"  And  reign  for  ever  with  thy  Lord." 

3  By  minifterial  fpirits  convey'd., 

Lodg'd  in  the  garner  of  the  fky, 
He  refts  in  Abraham's  bofom  laid, 
He  lives  with  God,  no  more  to  die, 

4  Thanks  be  to  God,  through  Chrift  alone.. 

Who  gave  our  friend  the  victory, 
O  Matter,  fay  to  me,  "  Well  done!" 
May  I  rejoice  to  die  in  thee. 
A  a  2 


2&0  REJOICING. 

HYMN    CCXCIII. 

1  "^7"E  fimple  fouls,  that  ftray 

X     Far  from  the  path  of  peace,, 
That  unfrequented  way 

To  life  and  happinefs — 
How  long  will  ye  your  folly  love, 

And  throng  the  downward  road, 
And  hate  the  wifdom  from  above, 

And  mock  the  fons  of  God  I 

2  Madnefs  and  mifery 

Ye  count  our  life  beneath, 
And  nothing  great  can  fee, 

Or  glorious  in  our  death  ! 
As  born  to  fufFer  and  to  grieve, 

Beneath  your  feet  we  lie, 
And  utterly  contemn'd  we  live, 

And  unlamented  die. 

3  Poor,  penfive  fojourners, 

O'erwhelm'd  with  grief  and  woes* 
Perplex'd  with  needlefs  fears, 

And  pleafure's  mortal  foes  : 
More  irkfome  than  a  gaping  tomb, 

Our  fight  ye  cannot  bear, 
Wrapt  in  the  melancholy  gloom 

Of  fanciful  defpair 

4  So  wretched  and  obfcure, 

The  men  whom  ye  defpife, 
So  foolifh,  weak,  and  poor, 

Above  your  fcorn  we  rife  : 
Our  conference  in  the  Holy  Ghoft 

Can  witnefs  better  things ; 
For  he,  whofe  blood  is  all  our  boafi;s 

Hath  made  us  priefts  and  kings, 


REJOICING.  28l 

Riches  unfearchable 

In  Jefu's  love  we  know, 
And  pleafures  from  the  well 

Of  life,  our  fouls  o'erflow  ; 
From  him  the  fpirit  we  receive, 

Of  wifdom,  grace,  and  pow'r, 
And  always  forrowful  we  live, 

Rejoicing  evermore. 

Angels  our  fervants  are, 

And  keep  in  all  our  ways, 
And  in  their  hands  they  bear 

The  facred  fons  of  grace  ; 
Our  guardians  to  that  heavenly  blifs. 

They  alt  our  fteps  attend  ; 
And  God  himfelf  our  Father  is, 

And  Jefus  is  our  friend. 
With  him  we  walk  in  white. 

We  in  his  image  fhine, 
Our  robes  are  robes  of  light, 

Our  righteoufnefs  divine : 
On  all  the  grov'ling  kings  of  earth, 

With  pity  we  look  down, 
And  claim  in  virtue  of  our  birth, 

A  never-fading  crown. 

HYMN    CCXCIV. 

HARK!  how  the  gofpel-trumpet  founds! 
Thro'  all  the  earth  the  echo  bounds ! 
And  Jefus,  by  redeeming  blood, 
Is  bringing  fmners  back  to  God ; 
And  guides  them  fafely  by  his  word 
To  endlefs  day. 


282  PRAISE. 

3  Hail,  all-vi&orious,  conq'ring  Lord  I 
Be  thou  by  all  thy  works  ador'd, 
Who  undertook  for  fmful  man, 
And  brought  falvation  through  thy  name^ 
That  we  with  thee  may  ever  reign 
In  endlefs  day. 

3  Fight  on,  ye  conqu'ring  fouls  fight  on, 
And  when  the  conqueft  you  have  won. 
The  palms  of  vicYry  you  (hall  bear, 
And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  (bare, 
And  crowns  of  glory  ever  wear 

In  endlefs  day. 

4  There  we  mall  in  fweet  chorus  join/ 
And  faints  and  angels  all  combine, 
To  fing  of  his  redeeming  love, 
When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move,, 
And  this  fhall  be  our  theme  above, 

In  endlefs  day. 


I 


HYMN    CCXCV.     C.  M. 

KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
And  ever  prays  for  me  : 
A  token  of  his  love  he  gives, 

A  pledge  of  liberty. 
Thy  lcve  I  foon  expect  to  find 

In  all  its  depth  and  height, 
To  comprehend  the  Eternal  Mind, 

And  grafp  the  infinite. 
When  God  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 

Of  paradife  poffefs'd, 
I  tafte  unutterable  blifs, 

And  everlafting  rei^ 


PETITIONING.  2$3 

HYMN    CCXCVI.     S.  M. 

1  "pATHER,  I  dare  believe 

r     Thee  merciful  and  true  ; 
Thou  wilt  my  guilty  foul  forgive,, 
My  fallen  foul  renew  : 

2  Come  then  for  Jefu's  fake, 

And  bid  my  heart  be  clean  ; 
An  end  of  all  my  troubles  make, 
An  end  of  all  my  fin  : 

3  I  cannot  warn  my  heart, 

But  by  believing  thee  : 
And  waiting  for  thy  blood  t'  impart 
The  fpotlefs  purity. 

4  While  at  thy  crofs  I  lie, 

Jefu,  the  grace  beftow  : 
Now  thy  all-cleanfing  blood  apply, 
And  I  am  white  as  fnow. 

HYMN    CCXCVII.    C.  M. 

1  T  ASK  the  gift  of  right'oufnefs, 
X    The  fin-fubduing  pow'r  ; 
Pow'r  to  believe,  and  go  in  peace, 

And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

2  My  veh'ment  foul  cries  out  opprefs'd, 

Impatient  to  be  freed  ! 
Nor  can  I,  Lord,  nor  will  1  reft, 
Till  I  am  fav'd  indeed. 

3  Art  thou  not  able  to  convert  ? 

Art  thou  not  willing  too  ? 
To  change  this  old,  rebellious  heart, 
To  conquer  and  re/iew  ? 


84  CHRISTMAS    HYMN. 

HYMN     CCXCVIII. 
Hile  fnepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by 


w 


All  feated  on  the  ground,        [night, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 

And  glory  (hone  around. 
"  Fear  not,"  faid  he  (for  mighty  'dread 

Had  feiz'd  their  troubled  mind  ;) 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 

"  To  you  and  all  mankind. 
W  To  you  in  David's  town  this  day 

4i  Is  born  of  David's  line, 
"  The  Saviour  who  is  Chriit  the  Lord  ; 

?«  And  this  (hall  be  the  fign  ; 
u  The  heav'nly  babe  you  there  mall  find 

"  To  human  view  difplay'd, 
"  All  meanly  wrapp'd  in  fwathing  bands, 

"  And  in  a  manger  laicL" 
"  Thus  fpake  the  feraph,  and  forthwith 

Appear'd  a  mining  throng 
Of  angels,  praiiing  God  on  high, 

Addrefs'd  their  joyful  fong: 
"  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

"  And  to  the  earth  be  peace ; 
"  Good-will  henceforth,  from  heav'n  to  me.% 

"  Beofin  and  never  ceafe." 

HYMN    CCXCIX, 

LOVING  Jefus,  gentle  Larr.b, 
In  thy  gracious  hands  I  am> 
Make  me,  Saviour,  what  thou  art. 
Live  thyfelf  within  my  heart. 


PRAYER.  285 

2  I  (hall  then  (hew  forth  thy  praife, 
Serve  thee  all  my  happy  days  : 
T^hen  the  world  mall  always  fee 
Clirift,  the  holy  child,  in  me. 

HYMN    CCC. 

1  f^%  THOU,  who  corned  from  above^ 
vJr    The  pure  celeilial  lire  t*  impart, 
Kindle-  a  flame  of  facred  love, 

On  the  mean  altar  of  my  heart  1 

2  There  let  it  for  thy  glory  burn, 

With  inextinguifliable  blaze, 
And  trembling  to  its  fource  return, 
In  humble  love  and  fervent  praife. 

3  Jefu,  confirm  my  heart's  defire, 

To  work,  and  fpeak,  and  think  for  thee  ns 
Still  let  me  guard  the  holy  lire, 
And  Hill  ilir  up  thy  gift  in  me  : 

4  Ready  for  all  thy  perfect  will, 

My  acts  of  faith  and  love  repeat ; 
Till  death  thy  endlefs  mercies  feal, 
And  make  the  facrifice  complete, 

FINIS. 


CONTENTS: 


Awakening  and  inviting 

Page 
5,   226 

Penitential 

- 

22,    234 

Petition 

43> 

23I,    264 

For  a  fick  Perfon 

122 

Rejoicing          ? 

123,    280 

Praife 

H3>  2I5 

Trufting  in  Providence 

158 

Suffering              -           .  - 

- 

170,  241 

Funeral             -              1 1,  54, 

i3*> 

174,  279 

Fellowfhip,  See  C/dfs-Meetitig, 

180 

Birth-Day 

. 

198 

Backfliding 

- 

202,  236 

Admitting  a  new  Member 

- 

193 

Vifiting  a  Friend 

* 

194 

Judgment 
New- Year 

- 

17,  229 

- 

55,  211 

Good-Friday                  10,    113, 

i32» 

146,  213 

Paitoral              -          119,    121, 

249, 

261,  273 

Morning  and  Evening 

206, 

217,  265 

Parent's  Prayer 

- 

207 

Sacramental                    10,   127, 

i32> 

213,  219 

Parting              -              - 

i95>  257 

Chriftmas              -         61,   120, 

208, 

275,  284 

Baptifm 

- 

269,  276 

Oafs-Meeting,  See  Fefhto/hifa     248,  256,  278 


INDEX. 


A 


ND  am  I  bom  to  die  13 

And  am  I  only  born  to  die  15 

Ah  !   whither  (hall  I  go  32 

All  glory  to  God  in  the  fky  61 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have  70 

And  can  I  yet  delay  9 1 

All  ye  that  pafs  by  113 

Arife  my  foul,  arife  127 

And  muft  this  body  die  13  E 

Away  my  unbelieving  fear  164. 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail  1 7  t 

Ah,  lovely  appearance  of  death  174 

All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb  197 

Away  with  our  fears  2CO 

Ah,  where  am  I  now  205 

All  hail  !   happy  day  2e8 

Alas  !   and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  213 

Almig'hty  Maker,    God  2i£ 

All  praife  to  him  who  dwells  in  blifs  217 

Author  of  our  falvation,    thee  222 

And  let  our  bodies  part  259 

Awake,  Jeruialcm,  awake  265; 

An  inward  baptifm  of  pure  fire  269 
All  thanks  to  the  Lamb  who  gives  us  to  meet  27S 
Appointed  bv  thee  we  meet  in  thy  name       279 
Bb 


INDEX. 

Page 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind'  10 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  18 

Be  it  my  only  wifdom  here  70 

Behold  the  fervant  of  the  Lord  84 

Being  of  beings,   God  of  love  94 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne  148 

But  above  all,  lay  hold  167 

Brother  in  Chrift  and  well-belov'd"  193 

Bled  be  the  dear  uniting  love  igf 


Come,  ye  finners,  poor  and  needy  6 

Come,  finners,  to  the  gofpel-feaft  7 

Come,  holy  celeftial  dove  34 

Come,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  rejoice  46 

Come,  let  us  anew  5^ 

Come,  Father,   Son,  and  Holy  Gho&  62 

Come,  Saviour  Jefu,  from  above  64 

Come,  Lord  from  above  90 

Come,  thou  Almighty  King  96 

Come,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  bleffing  99 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord  123 

Come,  holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  135 

Children;  of  the  heavenly  King  142 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs  150 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs  158 

Come  on,  my  partners  in  diftrefs  170 

Come  awny  to  the  fkics  180 

Come,  It t  us  anew  182 

Come,  let  us  afcend  183 

Come,  and  let  us  fweetly  join  190 
Come,  thon  high  and  lofty  Lord               -      191 

Come,   let  us  ufe  the  grace  divine  192 

Come,  O  thou  all-victorious  Lord  232 


INDEX. 

Page 

Call  on  the  fidelity  242 

Come,  thou  omnifcient  Son  of  Man  256 

Comfort,  ye  minifters  of  grace  261 

Come,   O  thou  traveller  unknown  266 

Celeftial  Dove,  defend  from  high  276 

CalPd  from  above,   I  rife  277 

Come,  Father,   Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft  277 

Drooping  foul,  lbafce  off  thy  fears  40 

Draw  near,  O  Son  of  God,  draw  near  273 

Ever  fainting  with  defire  10  r 

Except  the  Lord  conduct  the  plan  248 

Father  of  lights  from  whom  proceeds  2  2 

Father  of  Jefus  Chrift  the  juft  33 

For  ever  here  my  reft  fhall  be  76 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft  85 

Father,  our  hearts  we  lift  120 

Father,  how  wide  thy  glories  fhine  140 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  fkjes  150 

Father  of  our  dying  Lord  187 

Father,  I  ftretch  my  hands  to  thee  2 14 

Father,  if  juftly  dill  we  claim  255 

Fountain  of  life,  to  all  below  270 

Father,  I  dare  believe  283 

•God  of  my  falvation,  here  45 

God  of  all  grace  and  majefty  47 

God  of  almighty  love  71 

God  of  all-redeeming  grace  83 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  88 

.Glory  be  to  God  on  high  J51 


INDEX. 

Page 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears  159 

Qod  cf  my  life,  whole  gracious  pow'r,'  1 60 

God  moves  in  a  myfterious  way  163 

God  of  my  life,  to  thee  198 

God  only  wife,   almighty,  gcod  207 

God  is  in  this  and  every  place  234. 

God  of  all  confolation  take  257 

Giver  and  guardian  of  my  deep  265 

He  comes!   he  comes  !   the  Judge  fevere  17 

Happy  foul,  that  free  from  harms  43 

H^lp,   Lord,   to  whom  for  help  I  fly  63 

Holy  Lamb,   who  thee  receive  77 

How  tedious  and  taftelefs  the  hours  98 

Holy,  and  true,  and  righteous  Lord  106 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below  113 

Happy  the  man  that  finds  the  grace  124 

Happy  the  fou's  to  Jefus  join'd  125 

He  dies,  the  friend  of  finners  dies  1 32 

How  do  thy  merices  clofe  me  round  145 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace  157 

Happv  foul,   thy  days  are  ended  172 

Head  cf  the  church  triumphant  i~3 

Hcfanna  to  Jefus  on  high  17S 

Happy  who  in  Jefus  live  179 

How  happy  are  they  2C2 

How  (hall  a  loft  finner  in  pain  2; 
H?.rk  '   the  herald-angels  fing 
How  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Hark  !    how  1                 men  cry 
H:g:h  on  his  everlafting  throne 
liark  1   how  the  gofpel-trumpct  found? 


INDEX. 

Page 

'Jefu,  let  thy  pitying  eye  24 

Jefu,  if  flill  the  fame  thou  art  27 

Jefus,  if  thou  art  to-day  29 

Jefu,  lover  of  my  foul  30 

I  want  a  principle  within  48 

Jtfus,  come,  thou  hope  of  glory  50 

I  thirft,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God  50 

Jefus,  thou  all-redeeming  Lord  52 

Infinite,  unexhaufted  love  60 

Jefu,    my  ftrength,  my  hope  66 

Jefu,  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend  69 

Jefu,  my  life,  thyfelf  apply  77 

Jefu,   thou  art  my  King  78 

Jefu,  my  truth,  my  way  86 

Jefu,  thou  everlafting  King  89 

Jtfus,   my  Lord,   attend  93 

Jefus,  from  whom  all  blefilngs  flow  100 

Jefus,  thy  houndlefs  love  to  me  105 

Jefus  hath  dy'd  that  I  might  live  109 

Jefus,  the  all-fuftaining  word  112 

Jefus,    Redeemer  of  mankind  1 1 6 

Jefus,  thy  wandering  fheep  behold.  119 

Jefus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone  13^ 

I'll  praife  my  Maker  while  I've  breath  144 

Jefu,  great  fhepherd  of  the  fheep  184 

Jefu,   Lord,  we  look  to  thee  188 

Jefu,  unied  by  thy  grace  189 

Jefus,  accept  the  pra'-fc  196 

In  that  fad  memorable  night  219 

Jefu,  at  whofe  fupreme  command  223 
Jefu,  dear  redeeming  Lord                         .       225 

Jefu,  we  thus  obey  225 

I  long  to  behold  him  array 'd  250 


INDEX. 

Jefus,  fhepherd  of  the  fheep  237 

Jefu,  the  weary  wanderer's  reft  244. 

Jefu,  thy  far  extended  fame  247 
In  boundlefs  mercy,  gracious  Lord,  appear  274 

I  know  that  my  redeemer  lives  282 

J  afk  the  gift  of  right'oufnefs  283 

Lo !  he  comes  in  clouds  defcending  18 

Let  the  world  their  virtue  boaft  25 

Leader  of  faithful  fouls,  and  guide  §5 

Lord,  and  is  thine  anger  gone  58 

Lord,   I  believe  thy  every  word  79 

Love  divine,  all  loves  excelling  80 

Light  of  life,  fcraphic  fire  82 

Let  him  to  whom  we  now  belong  83 

Lo  !   in  thy  hand  I  lay                       •  87 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now  96 

Lord,  I  believe  a  reft  remains  107 

Lord  of  the  harvert,  hear  121 

Let  earth  and  heaven  agree  125 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak  134 

Lord  Jefu,  when,  when  {hall  it  be  217 

Let  all  who  truly  bear  220 
Long  have  1  fecm'd  to  ferve  thee,  Lord       233 

Lovers  of  pleafure  more  than  God  250 

Lord,  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee  274 

Loving  Jefus,  gentle  Lamb  284 

My  drowfy  pow'rs  why  fleep  ye  fo  42 

Maker,  Saviour  of  mankind  44 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love                   ,  49 

My  God!   I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine  103 

My  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  thorn  1  i  1 


INDEX. 

Page 

My  God,  I  am  thine  128 

My  God,  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys  134 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love  141 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend  154 

Matter,  I  own  thy  lawful  claim  241 

Now,  even  now,   I  yield,  I  yield  254 

O  for  a  thoufand  tongues  to  fing  5 

O  love  divine  1   what  halt  thou  done  1 1 

O  that  I  could  repent  23 

O  love  divine  !   how  fweet  thou  art  31 

O  Jefus  my  hope  34 

O  thou  that  hear'ft  when  finners  cry  38 

O  that  I  could  my  Lord  receive  39 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  palt  54 

O  almighty  God  of  love  63 

O  for  a  heart  to  praife  my  God  72 

O  that  my  load  of  fin  were  gone  81 

O  thou,  to  whofe  ail-fearching  fight  88 

O  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs,  arife  94 

Of  him  who  did  falvation  bring  98 

O  joyful  found  of  gofpel  grace  108 

O  God  of  good,  the  unfathom'd  fea  117 

O  Jti'us,  my  reft  1 18 

O  tell  me  no  more  133 

O  what  (hall  I  do  my  Saviour  to  praife  143 

O  God  of  all  grace  146 

O  thou  God  of  my  falvation  1 56 

O  thou,   who  this  myfterious  bread  223 

O  all  that  pafs  by,  to  Jefus  draw  near  226 

Oft  I  in  my  heart  have  faid  238 

O  may  thy  powerful  w«r4  239 


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O  wond'rous  power  of  faithful  prayer  239 

0  God,  moil  merciful  and  true  245 

O  God  to  whom  in  flem  reveal'd  246 

O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love  252 

On  all  the  earth  thy  fpirit  fhower  256 

O  that  I  was  as  heretofore  263 

Oft  have  we  pafs'd  the  guilty  night  267 

Oh  !   for  a  clofer  walk  with  God  268 

O  thou,  whom  all  thy  faints  adore  270 

O  thou,  who  comeft  from  above  285 

Plung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  defpair,  133 

Praife  ye  the  Lord,  'tis  good  to  raife  145 

Praife  ye  the  Lord,  y'  immortal  choirs  1 52 
Peace,  troubled  foul,  thou  need'ft  not  fear    169 

Peace  be  on  this  houfe  beftow'd  194 

Pierce,  fill  me  with  an  hunble  fear  240 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King  129 

gf  Rejoice  for  a  brother  deceas'd  176 

Rock,  of  Ifrael,  cleft  for  me  221 

Rejoice  evermore  with  angels  above  228 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  di?  8 

Sinners,  obey  the  gofpel  word  9 

Stay,  thou  infulted  fpirit,  fiay  36 

Saviour,  the  world's  and  mine  52 

Son  of  God,  if  thy  free  grace  57 

Shepherd  divine,  our  wants  relieve  65 
Son  of  God,  thy  blefling  grant                       •    95 

Saviour  of  the  fm-fick  foul  107 

See,  gracious  Lord,  with  pitying  eyes  122 

Salvation!   O  the  joyful  found  149 


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S. ill  for  thy  loving  kindnefs,  Lord  165 

Svildiers  of  Chrilt,  arife  166 

Sing  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praifc  2 1 2 

Stand  the  omnipotent  decree  229 

Saviour  from  fin,  I  wait  to  prove  264 

Say  which  of  you  would  fee  the  Lord  271 

Shepherds,  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eyes  275 

See  Jefu,  thy  difciple  fee  278 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name  1 1 

Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead  16 

Terrible  thought  !   fhall  I  alone  20 

Thou  God  of  glorious  majefty  21 

To  the  haven  of  thy  breait  37 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  ftrength,  my  tow'r  59 

The  praying  fpirit  breathe  65 

The  thing  my  God  doth  hate  72 

Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whofe  height  74 

Thou  Shepherd  of  Ifrael  and  mine  92 

Thou  great  myfterious  God  unknown  no 

Thy  ceafelefs,  unexhaulted  love  12S 

The  fpacious  firmament  on  high  136 

The  voice  of  my  beloved  founds  137 

The  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praife  148 

The  God  of  Abrah'm  praife  153 

This,  this  is  the  God  we  adore  155 

Tho'  troubles  afiail  and  dangers  affright  16 1 

The  Lord  my  pafture  fhall  prepare  163 

'Tis  hiiiiLYi,  'tis  done  177 

Try  us,  O  God,  and  fearch  the  ground  185 

Thou  God  of  truth  and  love  1 86 

The  Lord  of  earth  and  fky  2 1 1 
Thy  faithfuJnefcj  Lord,  each  moment  we  find  227 


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Thou  Son  of  God,  whofe  flaming  eyes  231 

Thou  bidden  God,  for  whom  I  groan  235 

Thou  man  of  griefs,  remember  me  236 

Thou  Lamb  of  God,  thou  Prince  of  Peace  243 

Thanks  be  to  God,  whofe  faithful  love  279 

Vain  delufive  world,  adieu  137 

When  rifing  from  the  bed  of  death  ]  2 

"With  glorious  clouds  encompafs'd  round  26 

Weary  of  wand'ring  from  my  God  36 

Why  mould  the  children  of  a  king  41 

What  now  is  my  object  and  aim  104 

When,  gracious  Lord,  when  fhall  it  be  115 

Whom  man  forfakes  thou  wilt  nor  leave  1 1 5 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace  138 

When  all  the  mercies  of  my  God  155 

Where  is  my  God,  my  joy,  my  hope  206 

We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee  2 1 7 

Who  is  this  that  comes  from  far  224 

Weary  fouls  that  wander  wide  228 

When  quiet  in  my  houfe  I  fit  241 

Watch'd  by  the  world's  malignant  eye  252 

Why  not  now,  my  God,  my  God  254 
While  fhepherds  watch'd  their  Mocks  by  night  284 

Ye  happy  finners,  hear  75 

Ye  heavens  rejoice  in  Jefus's  grace  216 

Ye  fimple  fouls  that  itray  280 


OCCASIONAL   HYMNS. 

HYMN     I. 

A  Wedding  Hymn. 

I    OINCE  Jesus  freely  did  appear 
O    To  grace  a    Marriage-Feaft ; 
O  Lord,  we  afk  thy  prefence  here, 
To  make  a  Wedding-Gueft. 
.2  Upon  the  bridal  Pair  look  down, 
Who  now  have  plighted  Hands, 
Their  Union  with  thy  Favour  crown, 
And  blefs  the  nuptial  B^uds. 

3  With  Gifts  of  Grace  their  Hearts  endotf, 

Of  all  rich  Dowries  bed  ! 
Their  Subftance  blefs,  and  Peace  bellow, 
To  fweeten  all  the  Reft. 

4  In  pureft  Love  their  Souls  unite, 

That  they,  with  Chriftian  Care, 
May  make  domeftic  Burdens  light, 
By  taking  each  their  Share. 

5  True  Helpers  may  they  prove  indeed, 

In  Prayer,  and  Faith,  and  Hope  ; 
And  fee  with  joy  a  godly  Seed, 
To  build  their  Houfchold  up. 

6  As  Ifar.c  and  Rebecca  give 

A  Pattern  chafte  and  kind; 

So  may  this  married  Couple  live, 

And  die  in  FrieodihipJoin'cL 


z  ficcaftonal  Hymns,* 

7  On  every  Soul  affembled  here, 
O  make  thy  Face  to  (hint  ; 
Thy  Gooclnefs  more  our  Hearts  car.  cheer* 
Than  richert  Food  or  Wine. 


HYMN     II. 

An  Ordination  Hymn*. 

I    T"     ET  Sion's  Watchmen  all  awake, 
I  J    And  take  th'    Alarm  they  give  ; 
Now  let  them,  from  the  Mouth  of  God, 
Their  awful  Charge  receive. 

Z   'Tis  not  a  Caufe  of  fmall  Import, 
The  Pallor's  Care  demands  ; 
But  what  might  fill  an  Angel's  Heart, 
And  fill'd  a  Saviour's  Hands. 

j  They  watch  for  Souls,  for  which  the  Lord 
Did  heavenly  Blifs  forego  ; 
For  Souls,   which  mull  for  ever  live, 
In  Raptures,   or  in  Woe. 

4.  All  to  the  great  Tribunal  hafte, 
Th'    Accourt  to  render  there; 
And  fhouldlt  thou  ftri&ly  mark  our  Faults, 
Lord,  where  mould  we  appear  ! 

e  M?v  they,  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach, 
Their  own  Redeemer  fee, 
And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  Souk, 
That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 


Occafwnal  Hymns.  3 

H  Y  M  N     III. 

On  opening  a  Place  for  Worjliip. 

i   y^EAR  Shepherd  of  thy  People,  hear, 
JL/    Thy  Prefence  now  difplay  ; 
As  thou  haft  given  a  Place  for  Prayer, 
So  give  us  Hearts  to  pray. 

2  Within  thefe  Walls  let  holy  Peace, 

And  Love,  and  Concord  dwell  ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  Confcience  eafe, 
The  wounded  Spirit  heal. 

3  Shew  us  fome  Token  of  thy  Love, 

Our  fainting  Hope  to  raife  ; 
And  pour  thy  Blefilngs  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  Praifc. 

4  And  may  the  GofpePs  joyful  Sound^ 

Enforc'd  by  mighty  Grace, 

Awaken  many  Sinners  round, 

To  come  and  fill  the  Place. 

HYMN     IV. 
Relieving   Chrijl  in  his  Members. 

1  TESUS,  my  Lord,  how  rich  thy  Grace^ 
J     Thy  Bounties  how  complete  ! 

How  fhall  1  count  the  matchlefs  Sum  ? 
How  pay  the  mighty  Debt  ? 

2  High  on  a  Throne  of  radiant  Light 

Doll  thou  exalted  mine  ; 
"What  can  my  Poverty  beltow, 
WThen  all  the  Worlds  are  thine  ? 


4  Occafional  Hymns, 

3  But  thou  haft  Brethren  here  below, 

The  Partners  of  thy  Grace  ; 
And  wilt  confefs  their  humble  Names 
Before  thy  Father's  Face. 

4  In  them  thou  may'ft  be  cloth'd  and  fed, 

And  vifited  and  cheer' d  ; 
And  in  their  Accents  of  Diftrefs, 
My  Saviour's  Voice  is  heard. 

5  Thy  Face,  with  Rev'rence  and  with  Love, 

We  in  thy  Poor  would  fee  ; 
O  let  us  rather  beg  our  Bread 
Than  keep  it  back  from  thee. 

6  The  Mite,  my  willing  Hands  can  give, 

At  Jesus'   Feet  1  lay; 
Grace  mall  the  humble  Gift  receive, 
And  Grace  at  large  repay. 

HYMN    V, 

The  fame, 

1  r~W^  HE  Lord,  who  rules  the  World's  Affairs^ 

I       For  me  a  well-fpread  Board  prepares ; 
My  grateful  Thanks  to  him  fhall  rife, 
He  knows  my  Wants,  thofe  Wants  fupplies. 

2  And  fhall  I  grudge  to  give  his  Poor 
A  Mile  from  all  my  generous  Store  ? 

No,  Lord!  the  Friends  of  thine  and  thee 
Shall  always  find  a  Friend  in  me. 


Occafwnal  Hymns, 
HYMN    VI. 

Education  of  Youth* 

1  T>  LEST  is  the  Man  whofe  Heart  expand: 
J3   At  melting  Pity's  Call, 

And  the  rich  Blefiings  of  whofe  Hands 
Like  heavenly  Manna  fall. 

2  Mercy  defcending  from  above, 

In  fofteft  Accents  pleads ; 
O  !   may  each  tender  Bofom  move 
When  Mercy  intercedes. 

3  Be  ours  the  Blifs  in  Wifdom's  Way 

To  guide  untutor'd  Youth, 
And  lead  the  Mind  that  went  atlray 
To  Virtue  and  to  Truth. 

4  Children  our  kind  Protection  claim, 

And  God  will  well  approve, 
When  Infants  learn  to  lifp  his  Name, 
And  their  Creator  love. 

5  Delightful  Work  !   young  Souls  to  Winj 

And  turn  the  riling  Race 
From  the  deceitful  Paths  of  Sin, 
To  feck  redeeming  Grace. 

6  Almighty  God  !   thy  Influence  flied 

To  aid  this  good  Defign: 
The  Honors  of  thy  Name  be  fpread, 
And  all  the  Glory  thine. 


6  Occajio'nal  Hymns* 

HYMN    VII. 

National  Judgments  deprecated,  and  Mercies 
pleaded. 

i   T7T7HILE  o'er  our  guilty  Land,  O  Lor», 
V  V      We  view  the  Terrors  of  thy  Sword  J 
Oh  !    whither  fhall  the  Helplefs  fly  ; 
To  whom  but  thee  direct  their  Cry  ? 

2  The  helplefs  Sinner's  Cries  and  Tears 
Are  grown  familiar  to  thine  Ears, 
Oft  has  thy  Mercy  feiit  Relief, 
When  all  was  Fear  and  hopelefs  Grief. 

3  On  thee  our  guardian  God,  we  call, 
Before  thy  Throne  of  Grace  we  fall  ; 
And  is  there  no  £)eliverance  there  ? 
And  mud  we  perifh  in  Defpair  ? 

4  See,  we  repent,  we  weep,  we  mourn, 
To  our  forfaken  God  we  turn  ; 

O  fpare  our  guilty  Country,  fpare 

Thy  Church  which  thou  haft  planted  "here*1 

5  We  plead  thy  Grace,  indulgent  God  ; 
We  plead  thy  Son's  atoning  Blood  j 
We  plead  thy  gracious  Promifes, 
And  are  they  unavailing  Pleas  ? 

6  Thefe  Pleas,  prefented  at  thy  Throne, 
Have  brought  ten  Thoufand  Bleilings  down 
On  guilty  Lands  in  helplefs  Woe  ; 

Let  them  prevail  to  fave  us  to®,  . 


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